Posts ByPatrick Garbutt, Author at Mountain Sledder Magazine
If we all did this for top quality video instead of trolling and arguing in comments on video that we really don’t care about at all, we can show Facebook and other social media platforms what’s really important to us.
Sure, you could stuff a couple of Hot Pockets into your muffpot and call it good, but you’re better than that (presumably). Read ahead, and in no time you too will be razzle-dazzling your sledding pals with some culinary pizzaz. Here’s what you need to know.
The problem is that those first ride reports don’t usually show all the hazards and crappy parts that had to be endured to get that one sweet—but gingerly executed—pow turn.
EVERYTHING hurt. Like everything. Shoulders, neck, back and quads. I was popping pain killers like candy. I couldn’t stay awake in the evening but it was hard to get comfortable enough in bed to sleep at night. Getting out of bed in the morning was a major struggle. Driving to work it was difficult and painful to lift my leg to depress the clutch in the car. You get the idea.
I was in the post office this morning, making small talk with the lady behind the counter. She was bemoaning the fact that summer is almost over already, and I had to bite my tongue. “Gawd lady, how much longer do you really want this to go on?” I wanted to ask. But instead—not wanting to be confrontational—I agreed with her that yes, summer has gone by much too quickly. Liar!
Have you ever wondered what type of sledders are mostly likely to litter while out snowmobiling? Well, here’s your answer: smokers and Budweiser drinkers are the mostly likely to throw their trash on the ground while sledding in the mountains.
What is it that makes mechanics just so damned interesting?
For starters, did you know that there are only two types of people in the world that wash their hands before they go pee? Doctors and—you guessed it—mechanics. That puts them in a pretty elite group right there.
They say that hindsight is 20/20. Looking back on the significant avalanche events that occurred just a few ridges to the south—as well as in the nearby Rockies—it’s clear that the snowpack at Gorman Lake on that sunny Sunday was tipping on the edge of disaster.
If you ride in the mountains without training and gear, then you are not a mountain sledder. I don’t care what kind of hot-rod sled you own. Don’t call yourself that. Being a mountain sledder means something. It means that you’re prepared. It means that you can take care of yourself and others. And it means that you’ve taken the necessary steps to be as safe as you can out in the mountains