Posts about old lady internet word games are all fine and good, but badass posts involve motors and pictures of pretty girls.

So we went snowmobiling with our friends Chad and Beth the other day (along with their friend Jessica). Well, to be more accurate, I went snowmobiling and Stacey went showshoeing. Both were pretty new to us. I had never driven a snowmobile before in my life. Nothing like crashing around at 45mph on your buddy’s $3000 toy.

Obviously the company was great. We were there with fun people in a nifty location. All in all it was pretty interesting. But I’m not sure how into snowmobiling I could really get. It was beautiful up past Baker dam where we were riding. But part of that was that there was nobody else up there on a Friday afternoon. So when we stopped for a break, it was nice a quiet. I can’t imagine what it would sound like if you had a dozen other guys roaring all over the place. Not to mention the fact that I am generally not that into sports that require gasoline and belch 2-cycle smoke all over the place. Though, as I pointed out to Kevin, it’s not like Baker’s diesel belching chair lifts are all that much better.

Also, driving was a lot more work than I had thought. Off the groomed cat-track, it is a constant battle to keep your machine from tipping over. You have to shift your weight all over the place (even standing with both feet on your uphill side) to keep from dumping on bumps or hills. And driving with two people on is much more difficult. Stacey was a really good sport about riding on the back. Even though she knew I had no idea what I was doing (and we got dumped off a couple times). The really annoying thing is that every time you dump the sled, you have to dig it out, pick it up, and then wait for the engine to become un-flooded. So I spent a lot of time doing this: