With such an open winter, it is hard to think about snowmobiling. But with days starting to get longer, we knew that it was now or never. So, John and I jumped the sleds in the trailer and headed for the hills.
We arrived at Deer Haven just as light was leaving the sky.
A short little ride and we were at that cabin.
Where Ole Faithful had a fire going and burgers on the grill.
After dinner we killed a little time playing rummy.
The next morning, we hit the trail. Not what you want to see at 8700 feet in February.
This hillside is where we have crushed the powder for the past five years. Not this year.
But the Lord did provide us a few meadows to play in.
I can smell a drift that needs busting a mile away.
For John's first time out, he didn't hold back.
Here's what you have to watch for in a light year, rocks. If you ride gingerly, you can avoid them.
If you open a gate, close a gate. Usually we ride over them.
Having fun.
Giddy up! Good work, pal.
Top of the world.
Fun stuff. No snow doesn't stop us from snowmobiling. It may not have been the hardest riding I've been in, but it was still worth the trip. Mountains just do something to a man's soul. Frees it from the confines of town, I guess. Special thanks to Mom and Dad for the cabin, and Jack for the extra sled. Ranch on.
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