snowmobile trip

Its been awhile since I've been on here. This last weekend me and the guys went on a little trip up north to a buddies farm near Walhalla, N.D. to go riding on the sleds. What a blast!!! Jack, Matt, and Clint rode the sleds there from DL, a good 100 mile trip to the farm. Jon, Jaeger, and myself not being that ambitious (or foolish depending on perspective) trailered ours up. We met Jon's brother Cortney at the farm, and proceeded to start in on the booze. Then we headed out with Cort blazing the trail. What an awesome ride, every time we stopped the scenery was just spellbinding. Every time we stopped we also drank some more. We were up and down the Pembina Gorge, hit the flat land and open up the throttle. Back down into the gorge, fallowing game trails, crossing the river. We ended up back at the farm around 2am, all shitfaced and tired.
Sunday rolls around and everybody hungover and sore from the ride the previous night. Cort and Jaeger cook up some breakfast for everyone and we sit around bullshitting the day away. About 3 in the afternoon the guys decide its time to ride again. Not this guy. I decided to hang back at the farm and make supper for when they got back. Besides I was still sore from the night before, and Friday night when I took my sled for a ride with Jack out to Penn and hit 2 fences. So I made chili and let it simmer all night. Its really peaceful at the farm with no one around. I sat there reading a book till they got back, at 3am!! When they came in they were hammered. I wasn't to bad off myself but Jack was completely fubared. From what the guys told me (about 6 times each) was they stopped on the river bottom for a beer break. Jack took off his helmet turned around on his sled and stretched out, and then passing out. Cort had gone back up the trail to look for Jon and Matt. Clint meanwhile was shaking Jacks foot to try to wake him. When the three caught up with rest they finally woke Jack up. Keep in mind he is facing the wrong way on his sled. Jack shoots bolt upright and grabs for the handle bars and giving her throttle, only to realize that he is facing the wrong way. He spins around and again grabs for the handle bars, giving her gas for all shes worth. Cort, being kind hearted and just a good guy, walks up to Jack and puts his arm around him and says "Jack, buddy your sleds not running." While the others are snickering in the background Jack looks around, sees that his hood is open on the sled and says "Oh." Wish I would have been there for that one. Also Jon had dropped his sled off a 10 foot ledge with Matt almost following. That is why they were behind, both shook up a little. The guys ate and we all crashed for the night about 5am. The next day we were packed up and ready to head home by about 1pm. That is the amazing part. Matt, Jack, and Clint rode their sleds home, but did not want to. The three of us who are smart(at least on this occasion) trailered ours home. Cort had left about 11am to get back to grand forks so he could go to work. The weekend was a relaxing and needed escape for all of us. We are hoping to do this again before spring arrives.

PS If you are reading this Doug, Dad is wondering when you are coming to visit again.