You'd think at the age of 44 there wouldn't be that many new things for me to try. However, considering that I didn't grow up around a wide variety motorized vehicles and Big E is a lover of all things with wheels, I'm beginning to think the opportunities for me to try something new and fast are never-ending.
What started as a "fishing weekend" at the Grand Ely Lodge (which I won in a raffle) quickly turned into a snowmobile weekend when we learned that the ice houses had to be brought in due to slush. Believe it or not, even though I grew up in the great white north, I'd never actually driven a snowmobile so Big E jumped at the chance to borrow a buddy's sled and loan me his to scare the crap out of myself for a weekend.
After a slippery drive in what just might prove to be the last snow of the season, we arrived at our hot tub suite (courtesy of my winning ticket) late Friday afternoon.
We hit the trails again the next day, me trailing behind gradually gaining confidence as the day went on and I didn't crash into any trees...or buildings. I learned a few things in the process:
1- A snowmobile is not like a bike. You have to keep the gas on on the downhills or you'll stop. Duh.
2- I can go 60...but Big E can go 100.
3- I'm willing to hit a big bump at 35mph and catch air once by accident, but I will probably never do it on purpose.
4- Frozen lakes make me drive faster...because I really want to be off them and onto land.
Of course, I had a blast. How could I not love ripping around in the snow on a sunny day?
The bar for winter fun has been set...