Local scene saw some massive snow quantities this year. Plowed a
couple storms, one in particular that was probably the coolest ever
and thank god for tire chains! That said, I got minimal riding in.
Several short runs here and there and nothing scary fun of the pit
riding variety which was a let down.
So, this past weekend finally arrives and my bud from somewhere
Adirondak NY rolls in afternoon Saturday. Plans coming together and
I've opted out working Monday Tuseday which is a first in the last
five years. Talked my employer into riding with us Sunday and
proposed a couple ride options. Now Rob and I are all about getting
up and going whenever you feel like it and thats many hours future to
Petes meet me at six, but we do. Ol pete bit on option two and that's
what I wanted anyway so settle in for a many hour truck ride plus
breakfest at that bare bones dinner with the short fat big titted ol
lady that remembers me from last year, lol. Place called Kibby
Mountain, home of Maines future windmill farm and thats a side bar out
in the middle of prime country. Unload to a day you know is going to
be good. Half hour in and were poking through up hill tight single
track that puts you onto the American Canadian border. Good stuff
friends, such that a couple minutes later your on one peak looking off
towards several others with the border cut guarenteeing you'll get the
best view they have to offer as well. Challengless semi hard snow
with lots of rolling bumps and I'm all about taking point, seldom
looking back. Heavy backpack with camera at the bottom so few picture
proofs and that's alright becouse I got what I needed. Headed East
untill I hit an impassable portage that had me and the sideway sled
going backwards. I'm sure I could have made it but with a couple days
planned I'll leave something on the table this AM. Lots of BSing with
each other and head West to some wood road crossing. Mtn Number Seven
was the name if we kept going and I was told it was stupid steep and
what little I could see of it was grooved brown. Yeah I hit it, no
prob untill I rounded the corner. Yup steep and fallen trees and
rocks and every peice of shit a trail could throw with nowwhere to go
but up. Made, turned, came down aprehensive to say the least, wow,
good practice I guess. Rolled on to do some free ride exploration in
lots of deep *** snows. Done, head her on out the now mud soup 13
mile hell drive with awesome views that your nearly too tired to
appreciate, and if that was my last ride of the year no ***ing from
me.
Don't even remember what time we got home or went to bed and stuff
but do know I got up much later than a work day Monday and my
everthing was less than a 100%. Buddy Robs one to catch his Zs' as
any young feller should and for the sake of abbriviation we hit my
best kept secret unloading zone around 1 PM. All good becouse AM
concrete is softened and temps are easy 40 plus. Guided the way to a
hilltop I'd been bragging up since I met this feller and maybe it did
take 6 miles of mud road riding to get there but goddamer we did it
and in his own words, "I'm not a quiter". That came at mile 3 of
plowed road and it was all the incentive this boy needs. We met no
other sleds on this day, admired the hill top, and rode where no one
had yet. Damb near got in a place I couldn't get out of but did and
lots of sun, elevation 4k, good company, beer and smoke on the hill
makes a memory. Did some side bars on the way back then with the sun
setting gave the option of hitting one of my other faves, the small
slide. You want it you got it buddy and we played there untill it got
dark. Robs no *** and you can tell the difference between someone
whom trys to impress others and someone whom trys to impress
themselves. He's got a good blend of the two, fun to watch him
challenge what he's never done. Course I like showing off and feeling
fear which led to a twilight failure that damb near sent my sled on
the fast roll to the shit pile! Wow, lost it on turn out bad and
high, luckily it stayed planted on the upside down thanks to the same
crust that near killed me. Live to tell though and 45 minutes later
load and go. Beers, food to die for, and hit the only hotel just
before 10 with minutes to spare. Lucks on our side.
Plans call for testing ones balls at the big slide on Tuesday and it
is by far the greatest challenge I've had the pleasure or stupidity of
trying. He and I rode our street bikes to this one summer day and
hiked to the top, it's bad ass! 1 PM and it's 50 degrees or better
and where ridding again. Not a mile later and check it, 8 million
deer, that was pretty cool. Continue on this third helmetless day of
minimal clothing, pfff, Rob forgot to bring gloves even lol. Well,
bottom line is on account of the many logging operations and plowed
roads, big slide is a no go which sucks but I have contingency plans.
They payed off and payed off big, temps kept climbing and so did we.
Good a day as you can get sledding the Maine hills and back to reality
by 11 PM, bed later, and you better believe Wednsday work sucked ass!!
That's my season story and I've more to say with some pictures I
think you'll like. Hopefully new to come and more past to relive,,
like it, hate it, I'm changing nothing. But you knew that.
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