Deep Riding

Tis the season for snowmobiling. Having an extra sled, I asked Jared if he wanted to jump in. Sure did. A good time was had by all. 

Thursday evening after work, we split town and headed for the hills. 

Once unloaded, we rode into the cabin. 

Where Dad had a fire going. 

And burgers on the grill. 

After a good night's sleep and celebrating Mass, we sat down to break the fast. 

Once our bellies were fueled, we hit the trail. 

Nothing like running on freshly groomed trails. 

Nice trip back to Battle Park. Light snow, but we found a place or two to play. 

These sleds depend on snow being tossed up to cool the coolant that runs along the track tunnel. If you’re running trails a lot, you put these spring loaded agitators down, which spray snow under the tunnel as you ride. Works well, as long as you put them back up before you backup. 

We arrived back to the cabin at noon, just in time for a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup. 

Then round two. We loaded up and headed east to Baby Wagon. Deeper snow and funner riding. 

Highmark Lungren 

This is at High Park, above Meadowlark Lake. Cool rocks. Nice riding, Jared. 

On to the next one.

Fun stuff. It doesn't get much better than this. Good friends, warm cabin, deep snow, no casualties. The gifts in life a guy doesn't want to take for granted. But he does want to take advantage of them. Let's ranch.