Aside from the obvious drawbacks to this snowmobile thing (all they do is break and I’m pretty sure that all of the neighbors hate me), there are definitely unexpected benefits. First off, I’m feel like I’ve been back in the gym for the first time in ever. Between digging the thing out and hiking through waist deep snow to cut trails I’ve gotten more exercise outside of work than I have in a long time. Second, with three feet of snow on the ground there is no better way to compact trails than riding around. Now, should any of my healthy friends decide they want to go skiing or snowshoeing, they have a great network of trails to follow. Also, any parents that have visions of their children winning gold in the X-games should have them training on the hill…Because that thing is fast. Just remember, you or yours gets hurt, yo-yo-mo-fo. Can’t squeeze blood from a stone.
Here’s some video of the lower loop over to my neighbor Matty O’s. That’s where the fire pit lives.
In my efforts to establish a respectable network of paths on my property, and with the suggestion of another one of my neighbors with experience in the field, I have come up with this years project for the land (of which I try to complete one a year: put in the lawn; chicken coup; asparagus patch; lower garden; ‘orchid area’). This years project may be a sugar shack down the hill, with a network of tubing running up-hill to several tapped maple trees. Sarah seems to be on board and my neighbor with experience in the field thinks that we could pull it off without all that much effort….which I love. Who knows, by this time next year some of you in the loop may be wiping my sweet, sticky syrup off of your face. What?
And to avoid any confusion, yo-yo-mo-fo means you’re on you’re own, mofo.