Kayle, as always, was so wonderful and generous to take us out to play for a day on his toys. He started a cool business about a year and a half ago called Executive Style Boat Club, where he operates a membership based fun club...basically. I've never been snowmobiling so I was nervous but it was a lot of fun. One thing that I particularly enjoyed about this trip was where we went, Iron Mountain, a deserted ski resort. It felt a bit like a ghost town, but once you got past the boarded up lodge and onto the slopes it was absolutely beautiful. We were there the whole day and only saw maybe 15-20 people sledding or snowmobiling. The snowmobiling was thrilling and fun, but when others were riding out of earshot it was the most peaceful, beautiful place I have been to in a long, long time.
I also have to express extreme gratitude to Mom who so willingly and wonderfully watched Isabella ALL day. I've never been away from my little one so long, but Mom did a great job and it was a super nice mini vacation/long date.
One funny story about snowmobiling...
There were five of us and two snowmobiles that could each hold two riders. Sean snowboarded down the mountain and the rest of us took the snowmobiles down on a switchback path. We figured the three smallest of the bunch could fit on one mobile on the way back up the mountain. I was on the three passenger mobile...
On the way back up the mountain, as soon as we took our first turn, all three of us spilled off the snowmobile. We tried again and were pretty successful around a couple of turns. (Snowmobiling is really quite harder than it looks. It's just a sled with an engine, really.) After making it around a hairpin turn Brian, our trusted driver, picked up some speed. But we must have all been leaning a bit in the wrong direction because we all toppled off and the snowmobile kept going.
Even though the engine shut off the snowmobile still had momentum, snow, and gravity working against it. So, down the mountain it went. Kristen and I tried our hardest to run after it but we were no competition; with every step we would fall into the snow past our knees. There was a bit of a bump in the snow that I figured would stop the runaway snowmobile. It slowly reached the bump and slowly went over it, down the mountain even further, right for a tree. Finally...it stopped. The amazing part was, it never hit the tree! It was within three inches I'm sure, but never touched it.
A very fun adventure indeed!