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Getting out on the mountain to enjoy a fresh snowfall with a group of like-minded, powder loving individuals is one of our greatest thrills. Sometimes we don’t realize it until years or perhaps even decades later, but memories and lifelong friendships are being made each time we do. It may not seem obvious at first, but snowmobiling is the tie that binds.
Despite breaking two sled parts in one weekend—forcing me to spend more than 10 extra hours on the road—I don’t feel too upset about it. I smile, reflecting on the non-stop action of the past few days. It seems like the most memorable experiences are never the ones that go smoothly, and doing anything worthwhile always requires you to go above and beyond.
I’ve been wanting to go mountain snowmobiling in Japan for years. I’ve had many friends go on ski and snowboard trips, and they have all returned to say that the powder and the culture are amazing! The problem has always been that there are no sled rental places or commercial guides there.
With a large military presence at the small airport, it felt like a scene from a Cold War movie when I touched down in Kamchatka. The people seemed kind but shy, and as I stood in the cold at the outdoor baggage claim I was alone, and not totally sure what to do.
While it is hard to comprehend someone going through life without knowing that the Beastie Boys fought for their right to party, here are a few other things that this new generation of mountain maulers has missed out on in the early days.
We travelled for 24 hours straight to arrive in the dark of night at the Saxnäsgården Hotell in northern Sweden. Come morning, I would finally be snowmobiling in Sweden — exploring all new terrain and foreign snow that lie far across the big pond and 13 lines of longitude from home
The former street bike racing National Champion talks about trading pavement for powder, chasing backcountry and X Games glory in this Cody Matechuk interview, which took place last summer before he went on to claim X Games Gold in 2018.
My first ride in the mountains was in 1997 aboard my ’97 Polaris XLT. Riding the backcountry in the mountains was a whole new experience. That feeling of being able to go anywhere was so powerful. There were so many new challenges: obstacles to navigate, sidehill manoeuvres to learn and jumps that called to be hit.