- Thrills, Chills, and Spills -
Technically (and thankfully) I only experienced the first one. Such an amazing weekend, I’m not even sure where to begin. As I’m writing, I am bent over in the chair like some “hunchback.” I woke up so sore this morning that I could hardly move. However, I’ll get to that shortly.
It was a weekend of many firsts. For example, I did my first real “out west” thing – snow mobiling (or sledding, as they say out here). But I’ll get to that in a second. I had my first encounter with wild elk. These half deer/half cows roam around out here like the deer back home. The only difference is they are like five times the size, not to mention ugly as sin. Also, I saw my first rock slide on the way up to the Lowman (small town out of which we went sledding). I guess I’m going to have to start paying attention to those “Watch for Falling Rocks” signs.
So about the sledding. Kevin and I woke up early Saturday, only to find everything had a nice white, powdery dusting outside. Which translates into plenty of fresh powder up in the mountains. After an incredibly beautiful two-hour drive through the mountains, we reached our destination. It didn’t take too long to ready the sleds, pack our gear, and bundle up (thank God my Cabela’s order arrived the day before I left). After a quick crash course in Sledding 101, we were off.
Sleds are a lot like 4-wheelers, so it didn’t take long for me to get the hang of it. Before I knew it, we were careening through snow-covered meadows and pine enclosed trails at 60 mph.
I have never seen so much snow in my entire life. Because everything is white, it all looks the same. The first time I hopped off the sled I sank up to my knee, but I didn’t realize just how much snow there was until later in the day and we came upon some cabins, with five feet of snow on the roofs.
A few quick facts - at the peak of our adventures, we were up above 8000 feet. We spent nearly four hours exploring backcountry trails and covered more than 80 miles.
I would be glad to put some more pictures up, if it wasn’t for the fact that my batteries crapped out after only four pics and my spares were dead. I’ll be a little better prepared next time around.
- Bet my weekend was way cooler (or should I say colder) than yours!
Technically (and thankfully) I only experienced the first one. Such an amazing weekend, I’m not even sure where to begin. As I’m writing, I am bent over in the chair like some “hunchback.” I woke up so sore this morning that I could hardly move. However, I’ll get to that shortly.
It was a weekend of many firsts. For example, I did my first real “out west” thing – snow mobiling (or sledding, as they say out here). But I’ll get to that in a second. I had my first encounter with wild elk. These half deer/half cows roam around out here like the deer back home. The only difference is they are like five times the size, not to mention ugly as sin. Also, I saw my first rock slide on the way up to the Lowman (small town out of which we went sledding). I guess I’m going to have to start paying attention to those “Watch for Falling Rocks” signs.
So about the sledding. Kevin and I woke up early Saturday, only to find everything had a nice white, powdery dusting outside. Which translates into plenty of fresh powder up in the mountains. After an incredibly beautiful two-hour drive through the mountains, we reached our destination. It didn’t take too long to ready the sleds, pack our gear, and bundle up (thank God my Cabela’s order arrived the day before I left). After a quick crash course in Sledding 101, we were off.
Sleds are a lot like 4-wheelers, so it didn’t take long for me to get the hang of it. Before I knew it, we were careening through snow-covered meadows and pine enclosed trails at 60 mph.
I have never seen so much snow in my entire life. Because everything is white, it all looks the same. The first time I hopped off the sled I sank up to my knee, but I didn’t realize just how much snow there was until later in the day and we came upon some cabins, with five feet of snow on the roofs.
A few quick facts - at the peak of our adventures, we were up above 8000 feet. We spent nearly four hours exploring backcountry trails and covered more than 80 miles.
I would be glad to put some more pictures up, if it wasn’t for the fact that my batteries crapped out after only four pics and my spares were dead. I’ll be a little better prepared next time around.
- Bet my weekend was way cooler (or should I say colder) than yours!
posted by Nathanael Litter at 6:31 PM
2 Comments:
You're right!! That was a way cooler weekend than mine. Enjoy every minute of your paid vacation, you lucky dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
there's my rugged mountain man!:)
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