(all photos @spasmicallyperfect)
Am feeling rather tired after having spent about 12 hours on the back of a snow mobile over the last two days. What a blast! Considering this was my first time on something as powerful that wasn’t enclosed in air bags, I think we did rather well. More importantly; we survived without accident, injury or worse drowning. Don’t get me wrong, snow mobiling isn’t really dangerous provided you stick to the speed limit and stay on the marked trails. Which we did. At least most of the time….
Muskoka is full of lakes and therefore it is no surprise that some of the marked trails lead over the frozen water. Trouble is, ‘marked trail’ means marked on the map, not necessarily on the lake. To that add fresh snow that covers the previous tracks and you’ve got a potential for disaster. Now, mostly the lakes are frozen, however ice shifts, creates cracks, leaves open water or unexpected speed bumps or both. Not something you want to come up against and so following the trails of riders before you helps a lot. The blowing snow made it almost impossible to see and before we knew it, we were lost on the lake of Bays, one of the bigger lakes in the area. Let me just say, I said a 40 minute long prayer (you can’t just leave the lake anywhere either, you have to find a snowmobile path that guarantees that you make it up the shore) only interrupted by undivided focus holding on: as we learnt from the avid snowmobile driver at the rental place: when you see water you have to floor it, physics should (should?!!!!) carry you.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy to set foot on land as I was this morning after we finally got off that forsaken lake. We parked the machine and decided to go for breakfast to calm our nerves.
“No more lakes”, I informed B. , “I don’t care if I have to walk home instead!”. After that, we followed land trails which lead through an absolutely stunning variety of forrests. Stopping for photo shoots was a hassle: untie helmet strap, pull off helmet, pull off gloves, unpack camera, take pictures until your fingers start going numb at which point you pack up the camera and find it almost impossible to restrap your helmet as your finger tips no longer adhere to your brain’s orders, finally glove one back on and then trying to get glove two fitted air tight into the jacket arm…… that’s when B. usually re-started the motor, as if that was going to help me speed up!
Speaking of speed, it seems that I don’t mind it. The thrill of sailing on the edge of capability, hearing the mind negotiate with the machine and terrain, and thanking some higher power for having had a hand in not overshooting that last bend, reminded me of downhill ski races years ago. Yes, I may have gotten older, but as long as it doesn’t involve getting on an airplane, I still seem to have some guts. Whether in the driver or the back seat, each required some heavy butt-shifting while slaloming around the tree trunks. I prefer the backseat, more time to admire the landscape.
Tomorrow is Friday and they are calling for a blizzard. Perfect. After all the winter activities this week, I can definitely use a day of chilling before the fire place.