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72TNTSkidoo · 11-07-2006, 12:05 AM

Think of a time before, or after a huge storm, and all the excitement pre and post a huge winter storm.

Mine was a few years back, that blizzard of January 05', we got dumped on here with over 2 feet in less than a day. The snow was so fluffy, that when you hit the gas, instead of riding on top of the snow, you would plow through it, so all the snow would just flood your legs and go right over the windshield, your mask would fill with snow, and all you were riding on was the snow from the other storms, and just playing with the all the snow that had just fallen. I will never forget that, just going around our field opening up the sleds doing donuts in what seemed to be a never ending amount of snow. All while doing this, it was still snowing very heavily, and a week later we go hit with another 14 inch storm, tho this time it was heavy wet snow, so it really saved all the snow from th week before, but eventually it all sinked.

**smallengineguy** · 11-07-2006, 06:37 AM

The first time I rode from my yard to a vacation resort for a weekend and back again, never needing a car. We put saddlebags on the sleds and rode from here to Weirs, which is about 3 hours by sled. We've done a "major" trip like that every year since.

hoz88 · 11-07-2006, 07:35 AM

I've got some great memories of riding my own sled (obviously), but my best snowmobile related memory is from when I was a real little kid (prob. 3 or 4). My parents rode a LOT back then, and they would take us (sis and I) along on the trips up to the Brainerd area to ride with my great aunt and uncle. We would go out on all day rides in the timber and on the lakes. The one that I remember like it was yesterday is a time when we brought along a bunch of food and stopped in the middle of the timber to cook and eat it. I went with my uncle to find fire wood that we cooked the chicken over. Damn, that was the best chicken EVER!!! It's funny, that wa probably 32, 33 years ago and I can still almost traste it. A lot of fun was had on those old sleds.

**RJ Gleason** · 11-07-2006, 09:42 AM

Back about '69/'70 I was out on a night ride thriugh the woods and it was a cold clear night (-20), the trees where all sparkly with frost where ever the light from the sled hit, the snow on the ground was all sparkly. Made me think of the stories as a child of fairylands.
THese are the things that nonriders just don't/can't understand.

GlenB · 11-07-2006, 10:17 AM

I have a place in the Haliburton Forest so I have run a lot in there.
We went up one friday night and because it was the start of a week-end, the trails were groomed to the hilt.
That night we got about 6" of real soft powder snow. We got up early and hit the trails and since we were so early we got to ride most trails first, so smooth and the powder snow was just flying everywhere as we rode. The end of each trail we had to stop and dust off as our backs and machines were just covered. It looked like a dust cloud when ran some of the lakes. The scenery through the forest was great too because the trees were just full of snow.
It was probably one of the most fun times I have had riding.

hoz88 · 11-07-2006, 10:17 AM

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Originally Posted by RJ Gleason

THese are the things that nonriders just don't/can't understand.

AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!

BRPforlife · 11-07-2006, 10:28 AM

There's nothing quite like waking up in a hotel on a cloudless morning when it's 25 below zero, and walking outside in your t-shirt to go warm up the sleds before a long day of riding. The trails are hard and smooth, the grip warmers soaking heat through your gloves and the fresh coat of powder that is blinding you like millions of glistening diamonds. Seeing nothing but snow covered rock and trees instead of fields of semi-detached homes on 50 foot lots.

locky · 11-07-2006, 11:38 AM

My greatest memory had to be from 4 years ago. It was a early Sunday morning and we had just gotten 8 inches of fresh powder fall overnight. I wanted to get a good morning ride in and make it home to watch the Detroit Lions play the Dallas Cowboys. I left my backyard around 7:30 am busting a new trail through the fallen snow. With temperatures well below zero the snow just glistened. About 10 miles into the trip I came upon a tree that had fallen and was blocking the trail. Not a problem though I just turned around and decided to take an alternate route which meant I had to cross the highway. As I approached the highway I could see all the cars driving so carefully not to spin out of control and end up in the ditch. As I waited for the line of cars to clear. I finally seen my chance to go. Half way across my sled just stops. As I look to my right I see a bus approaching me. I knew there would be no way the bus could stop in time if I left my sled there. I knew I had to do something. Somehow I managed enough strength to grab my skies and pull the sled to the side of the road and out of harms way and saving that bus from skiding out of control and possibly crashing and even worse killing someone. As I watched I seen the bus was into a skid but the driver was able to keep it on the road. The bus came to a stop about 50 yards further down highway. I knew I had to go see if everybody was alright and give them my deepest appologizes. As I approaced the bus the door opened for me and I stepped inside. I was awarded with an applause for saving their lives. I asked where they were headed to on that stormy Sunday. One lady stood up in the Isle and as she was unbuttoning her shirt asked if that was an Arctic Cat I was riding and in my proud voice I said "Why yes it is." She said Arctic Cat riders turn her and her friends on. Then she told me that this was the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders bus and they are on their way to the game but they did have enough time to thank me in a personal way if I was interested. Me being a man I had no choice. As I stepped off the bus I said sorry ladies I would rather be snowmobiling. As I made my way back to my snowmobile I thought to myself why did my snowmobile just stop like that in the middle of the highway. Upon further inspection I found that my oil cap becamed lodged in between my belt and my secondary. Within 5 minutes I had it fixed and was on my way to a great morning of riding. Later that day as I was sitting in my Lazyboy watching the football game and to my surprise there were the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders holding up a sign that read "We love you Locky". Luckily for me I convinced my wife that there must be another Locky out there even though nothing happened that day on that bus.

lasher49 · 11-07-2006, 05:34 PM

Only Locky can come up with a story like that. Very good mite i add.

IndianRvrShiver · 11-07-2006, 09:29 PM

White punks on dope!!

M_Jerew · 11-07-2006, 11:08 PM

one of my favorites was Christmas eve last year my brother and I headed out for what was pretty much the last ride of the winter. So before our family arrived we fired up the old jags and rode just about everywhere places we have never gone and we were riding pretty much every drift we could find around our place

i know its short but i enjoyed it

then shortly thereafter the snow practically vanished never to be seen again
till the next year when it only stuck one day if we would of had snow as much as it rained we would have been in la la land

M_Jerew · 11-07-2006, 11:13 PM

i might just alter the pics that we took so i can show you how much we got

what size is max to put on here

SnowBunny550 · 11-07-2006, 11:38 PM

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Originally Posted by locky

My greatest memory had to be from 4 years ago. It was a early Sunday morning and we had just gotten 8 inches of fresh powder fall overnight. I wanted to get a good morning ride in and make it home to watch the Detroit Lions play the Dallas Cowboys. I left my backyard around 7:30 am busting a new trail through the fallen snow. With temperatures well below zero the snow just glistened. About 10 miles into the trip I came upon a tree that had fallen and was blocking the trail. Not a problem though I just turned around and decided to take an alternate route which meant I had to cross the highway. As I approached the highway I could see all the cars driving so carefully not to spin out of control and end up in the ditch. As I waited for the line of cars to clear. I finally seen my chance to go. Half way across my sled just stops. As I look to my right I see a bus approaching me. I knew there would be no way the bus could stop in time if I left my sled there. I knew I had to do something. Somehow I managed enough strength to grab my skies and pull the sled to the side of the road and out of harms way and saving that bus from skiding out of control and possibly crashing and even worse killing someone. As I watched I seen the bus was into a skid but the driver was able to keep it on the road. The bus came to a stop about 50 yards further down highway. I knew I had to go see if everybody was alright and give them my deepest appologizes. As I approaced the bus the door opened for me and I stepped inside. I was awarded with an applause for saving their lives. I asked where they were headed to on that stormy Sunday. One lady stood up in the Isle and as she was unbuttoning her shirt asked if that was an Arctic Cat I was riding and in my proud voice I said "Why yes it is." She said Arctic Cat riders turn her and her friends on. Then she told me that this was the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders bus and they are on their way to the game but they did have enough time to thank me in a personal way if I was interested. Me being a man I had no choice. As I stepped off the bus I said sorry ladies I would rather be snowmobiling. As I made my way back to my snowmobile I thought to myself why did my snowmobile just stop like that in the middle of the highway. Upon further inspection I found that my oil cap becamed lodged in between my belt and my secondary. Within 5 minutes I had it fixed and was on my way to a great morning of riding. Later that day as I was sitting in my Lazyboy watching the football game and to my surprise there were the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders holding up a sign that read "We love you Locky". Luckily for me I convinced my wife that there must be another Locky out there even though nothing happened that day on that bus.

For this, I must serenade you...."Dreamer....nothin' but a dreamer!!"

I'm with RJG - there are just some things non-sledders don't "get". My favorite memory (I've only been sledding 2 seasons, so there's not a lot for me to go on) was the Sunday morning after hours and hours of heavy, fresh snowfall. We went out ridiculously early, before anyone else had gotten on the trails since the groomer last went through. We wound our way to a tiny, narrow trail and had to take it slowly through the woods. All the trees were just covered, and some of the smaller ones were bending down over the trail under the weight of the snow. We knocked the snow off to continue through and finally came to a little clearing. Usually, we get a little giddy & loud when we stop after a really good ride, but everyone was just silent, taking it all in. It was the most beautiful, peaceful thing ever....and then we started a snowball fight.

01MXZ800 · 11-08-2006, 02:39 PM

I'm calli' B.S.

IndianRvrShiver · 11-08-2006, 02:51 PM

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Originally Posted by 01MXZ800

I'm calli' B.S.

Do ya' think!!??

We all call BS when Locky's involved!!

grouly925 · 11-08-2006, 03:06 PM

It was three or four Christmas's ago when we had a big trip planned to the U.P. It had been kind of mild but the neighbor's of the property we were going to said that there was a lot of snow and they were getting more every day. The whole way up I-75 we had no snow, then we get to Gaylord and there is almost a foot on the roads and its like a blizzard. We all question if we shouldn't just stop here and ride. We decide to travel on knowing if it is this good here, then we are in for a real treat in the U.P. Once we cross the bridge, all of our hearts sink as the snow slowly fades until we get to Trout Lake on US 123 and the snow is gone. The rest of the way down 123 to M-28 and from that intersection to Newberry the snow was almost non-existant. We were wondering if we should head back, but being that it was very late we decided to head to the cabin. The place we were heading to is 8 miles out of McMillan, MI due north of town. As we talk about how disappointed we are, one of the guys mentions how it seems like there is more snow here. We all start to pay attention as we make the slow trek down the snow covered county road. In that 8 mile trek north, we picked up almost 2 feet of snow. We got the truck stuck 3 times and eventually resorted to unloading sleds to make the last 2 miles. The next day the snow continued until there was nearly 3 feet of fresh snow. This just goes to show you that you never can tell what lake effect snow can do to an area and what it takes is just the wind blowing in the right direction.

IndianRvrShiver · 11-08-2006, 07:31 PM

Gotta' love a happy ending like that!!

Formula_Canuk · 11-08-2006, 08:51 PM

Last year at m,y uncles cottage in Dorset. 7 sleds sitting there at 7 in the morning warming up after a fresh 6" of snow

One of the top three rides, till around noon when the trails were in bad condition

That weekend we rode for HOURS. From Friday around 6pm to about 12am, Saturday from 7am till 5pm, then back out after dinner, and Sunday from 9 (hung over

) till 3 when we loaded the sleds and went home.

NorthernGuy · 11-08-2006, 09:03 PM

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Originally Posted by IndianRvrShiver

Do ya' think!!? We all call BS when Locky's involved!!

I was there

Locky is the man! It looks so real too!

Sorry, I'll contribute now. My fav memory was when we were touring accross net lake in Temagami when I lived there over a decade ago. We were coming accross LATE at night and in the headlights all you could see what sparkling ice crystals over the large expanse of lake. Suddenly we saw what looked like bouncing fireflies about 1000 ft ahead. We stopped and let the sleds headlight light the way and saw DOZENS of these moving objects, always in pairs?? It was an entire wolf pack out on the ice, we were seeing their eyes in the lights. It was crazy! They were at the ice shacks digging their way under the sides to clime up through the holes and get any food left inside. It was amazing!

locky · 11-08-2006, 09:29 PM

Thanks NorthernGuy, Now for all of you who thought my story was BS, Send me $19.99 in a self addressed stamped envelope and I will mail you out a autographed copy of the picture. Stick that in your corn pipe and smoke it.