Stories | Mountain Sledder Magazine
So many photos and video from the USA feature a rider shredding with their leg hanging off the running board like a dog marking its territory. Hop overs, turbo-wheelies, and busting ass up gnarly creekbeds: watching the Yankees tear it up is a lesson in precision placement and handling of a snowmobile.
Time marches on and special people that teach us a little about life will continue to pass through our world. Some of these people we will forget and others will leave long-lasting impressions on us. It is up to us to recognize these people and their lessons, for they certainly have no way of knowing the impact that they may have on our lives. You may not even realize what you’ve learned from them until it’s too late to show them your appreciation—when you pull into a familiar old place with a fluorescent green estate sale sign in the driveway.
Your club has been out cutting trees off of the trails, checking bridges and installing culverts, repairing gates and cleaning parking lots. They’ve been brush cutting and clearing, making sure signs and trail markers are visible and safe. Even those outhouses—you know, the ones that save you from a truly embarrassing trailside accident after three gas station burritos—even those need to be cleaned, repaired and stocked by somebody.
Like most spring days, as the hour hand moved past noon the deep, almost-pow turned closer to the consistency of wet cement. Clint and I kept going. It wasn’t really any harder to move with my 165”, but Miller was full pin everywhere on his 146”. We made pulls through the trees, sidehills, popped off pillows of snow and rode some fun creekbeds to end the day.
The aftermarket parts companies make their business on the wayward nature of sledders. In producing parts, they have the added freedom of playing by a different set of rules than the manufacturer is subject to; they are (to a point) allowed to work outside of set limits when it comes to noise, emissions, longevity and even—to some extent—price.
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.
Once again, the Farmer’s Almanac brings us a long-term outlook that is big on headline and little on substance; here’s why their Winter 2018 weather forecast (that everyone gets so excited about each year!) can’t be trusted. But you should read it anyway, just for kicks! Farmer’s Almanac Winter …
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!
CKMP is currently in the process of extending its operations into summer. Kuster and his crew are equally passionate about riding dirt as they are snow, and the staff are working on the facilities to enhance the already excellent dirt riding opportunities available from the door of the lodge.