#7, love the pic! That just fired me up. Seeing snowmobile tracks in the snow stirred my insides.
Pretty soon we'll be smelling the scent of 2-stroke smoke. And hearing the ping-ping of the pipes. (Check out all that alliteration!) I am moved to write an impromptu poem:
Ode to the Snow Machine
The snow it blankets the land
Covering all below
Making homogenous the color and contour
How is one to pass?
The snow it beckons us to cross over
Covering the miles of distance
But so deep - surely we are not made to transverse
Alas, the boys from the north central wood
Captured in their lairs for the haul
Have tinkered and toiled
To create a mechanized wonder
Of power and grace
They fire up the willing engine
and smell the hot metal and oil (who can name the reference... #7)
I read it and it reminded me of our last trip to Shawinagin, Sud and the late great Bernard. He was certainly one of a kind.
In the article, they mention the 142 miles from Bernard's to Club Odinak. They talk about the Pipeline trail, the gorge and the many trails along flowing rivers. They have pictures of the giant bridge that we needed to cross to get to La Tuque. We had a good time on that trip. I remember how cold we were on our way west to St Zenon.
That was one of the best trips ever. Come to think of it, they were all great.
