As large a group as I've ever snowmobiled with and a 3am wake up had me
thinking this day might suck. On top of that we headed on up the 201 frost
heave destined for Jackman which is an area I've been avoiding like the
plague. Jackman is nice but way too popular and I'd rather get my eye poked
out than go to Pittston Farms again on a weekend.
Luckily we ventured West of 201 towards the American Canadian border which
was an area I'd never been to. When we got there it was windy as all hell,
snowing, and covered in an honest 3 feet plus of snow. My first big ride on
the border cut lasted maybe 100 feet towards the base of an unclimbable hill
where my attempt at a turn around ended in a 15 minute dig out with help.
First stuck of the day and no picture proof. Minimal venture riding the cut
on account of the crowds ridding skill diversity but enough to make me wan't
to make it a habit.
Off the beaten path trails were excellent and we traveresed many untill we
ended up East of 201 at the base of Bald Mountain. The gang didn't look
interested in hitting the hill but I was and see ya bye. The trail wasn't
*** but it had been long enough that wind blown snow all but made it a
fresh kill. Pure nervana steaming up the single track to the seriousley
drifted steep section where I aborted mission thinking no one else was coming.
As luck would have it they did follow and 3 long tracks, six attempts, broke
the drifts down enough so that the feller I work for could bonzi to the top.
He might be slow on the trail but the ***er jammed the highly technical
section of the hill with a vengance I've rarely whitnessed and it was one of
the coolest things I've ever seen while sleding. I patiently waited to take
my turn then did it without my jacket, helmet, and camera. Fun! Top of this
hill is sort of a blunt knife edge you traverse from one end to the other
where there's a tower thingy and stuff. It was so ungodly windy it took my
breath away, for real, and my biggest mistake of the day was not having the
camera becouse it's a 360 degree view of heaven and extreems.
From there we played on the hill sides ripping up many short steep climbs in
plenty of untracked snow. Awesome then the fuel runneth low. Home by 9:30
and beet. Only a few pictures from this one and I've got more to say. Untill