I also remember helping load up the skidoo triple into the truck so that it could be fixed overnight. I remember ski and myself waiting in the elements for the mechanic to arrive outside in the paddock while the pes and his eight buds were drifting from side to side in the hot tub.
I remember putting on my helmet and the shield was frosted over. You guys took off so I tried cleaning it in the run. I couldn't see for miles and eventually ended up in a ditch with a hole in my leg. Great times.
I remember now. This was the last day of riding past the waterfalls at the Forks. We waited for him while he went back, he was pretty quick. An hour or so.
As the Prez has rightly identified, the picture of the giant steel sunflower was taken right after lunch at some town somewhere in Maine. I do believe the place had great soup. This photograph is proof that we should never cancel snowmobiling trips based on low local snow conditions - it turned out to be a very good riding day south of the Forks.
After crossing some fields moving out of the urban lunch stop, we rode alongside this road, before turning back into the wood. Of course how could you miss this sight of spring against the stark black and white landscape. I had turn back to record it for posterity.
The hint was in reference to whom I sent this picture after taking it. I call my better half Sunshine and so this of course made me think of her and I wanted to tell her so. It is a good thing that I ride with a bunch of guys who put up with my delaying nature because they all waited patiently while I doubled back and snapped the shot.
The Ride Report from Nash Stream to Pittsburg begins on Saturday with #2 instructing #7 to see if my snowmobile would fit in the bed of my truck. Description in one word or less: Awkward. I got it in there and it did not look good. So I left it there and went on some errands. I received a couple of backhanded comments from some strangers. F them.
The meeting time was set for 5:15am. I picked up #1 and #2. Whos catch phrase is A one and a two and a you know what to do? It was intended to be a quick backup of the truck, hook up the trailer and off we would go. Didnt happen like that. When we tried to plug in the lights, the chord was all worn out like it came undone and dragged on the ground for 100 miles. #2 had another one ready to gosnip, strip, soder and tape and we were off by 5:45.
#1 provided egg sandwiches for the three of us. It was a rockn good snack, but not so good for my Biggest Looser contest at work. Me and my buddy are currently in third place.
We reached Nash Stream by 8:45 and got on the trail by 9am. We found the long straight Nash Stream portion of corridor 5 to be bumpy and brain rattling. The first intersection sent us up the hill to the right on 28 and conditions improved. The trails had plenty of snow and the pace was pretty quick. It snowed off and on most of the day. We made our way to 110 to 18 to 129/112 to 143. This is the eastern ride through the mountains while headed for Pittsburgh. We were logging quite a few miles on our way to NHs northern most town.
We made a few stops along the way. We kept the same order of 7-2-1 throughout most of the day. #2 and his GPS and vast knowledge of the trail system were regularly consulted. Ive been known to fly right by signs and miss a turn or two. #1 kept up all day. We decided that we did not have enough gas to go around the Connecticut Lakes to enter P-burg from the north so we fiddled around the east side of the lakes and came up from the east south with 93 miles when we finally made it to Youngs store.
Youngs store had a really slow line for gas. I filled up then went right into the restaurant to see if I could get a table. We could not get a table two weeks ago but no problem on this day. 25 minute lunch and we were off down the brown snowy trails. Its always a mess within a mile or two of Youngs store. We pretty much took 5 and 134 most of the way home. The trails were groomed ok, but not great. We headed through the ghost town formerly known as the Balsams. I always get a kick out of riding through that tunnel. The awesome hill climb right beyond the resort was again closed. I love that ride up to the top of Dixville Peak. Its been a tough year for riding.
This day was a lot of fun. This is only my second time out for the season, but it felt like Ive ridden all year long. Ive also had the pleasure to see my nephew go from being a complete novice a couple years ago to a skilled and impressive rider today.
We got back to the truck by 3:30. It was a little difficult loading the sled on the truck but we figured it out. We were parked next to some guy who was loading up his long track Polaris Rush Switchback 800. It looked pretty nice. This guy was a bigger yapper than #2. After exchanging life stories (the long version) we were on our way home. The season is not over. I hope to be going next week with whoevers available to ride. With 154 miles under our belts it was a great day of riding. The bumps made it feel like 200. #7
-- Edited by Pres on Saturday 23rd of November 2013 08:20:58 PM
I have some. One is from last year, where is it? One is from the last club annual trip, where is it? And one is from a club trip several years ago, where is it?
Bonus question: why did I take that picture? (there may only be one or two members that care enough about me to know the answer to this question) Hint: Who did I send it to?
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-- Edited by Pres on Saturday 23rd of November 2013 08:22:10 PM
I do not see the picture. It shows as a Question mark in a blue box, double framed by the way. Sorry, I prefer sled pictures in Nov. Can you have Jeffery look into this?
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