There’s a guy in Search and Rescue that has caught my attention. I know he has a snowmobile so I asked him if he wanted to go snowmobiling sometime. He said yes. And then asked if anyone else wanted to go. Huh? Oh, he didn’t get it. I do know that my friend wants to go badly. We are both new to Search and Rescue and in need of some snowmobiling practice/lessons. So I mentioned her. Next thing I know, it’s 4 of us going and it’s now a training. I played that wrong.
I know very little about snowmobiles. I think I was on one 17 +/- years ago and then again 25 years ago. Plus, who gets to go snowmobiling for “training”? So, even if it is training and not a date, it’s going to be fun.
The two guys decide that we should take 2 snowmobiles out instead of 4. Good plan. Richard comes up to me after the two snowmobiles are ready to go and asks who is riding with who. Really? He doesn’t get it. We all ride out to a big field where the two guys get off and let us newbies practice riding. Riding out to the field I kept imagining what it would feel like to drive a snowmobile, and even though I’ve done it before, I couldn’t even guess what it would feel like. That in itself is such a very weird feeling to be setting out to do something you can’t even imagine feeling. We around the field for a bit. It took me a while to get comfortable with the speed and turning, but I got more comfortable. I thought it might feel like floating, but it wasn’t quite like that. It was quite a bit more effort than I expected to turn them. Even though it didn’t feel like floating, it was fun. We spent the rest of the afternoon trail riding. There are so many snowmobile trails. I think you could ride for days.
A few days later we decided to go again, but this time start at dusk. It was three of us since the guy I like decided not to go. He definitely doesn’t get it. Still, it was so much fun. I got to drive the whole time. It was super creepy which added to the fun. The headlamps would only illuminate a small section of the trail ahead of you and the area to the sides and behind you was dark. The headlamps would throw weird shadows which looked like animals or other things moving just off the trail. We went up to a point where you could look out over the valley and see all the lights of Granby. Granby isn’t that large so “all” the lights isn’t like looking at a city, but it still was fun to see and it was more lights than I would have expected.
Post blog note: It has been confirmed that at the time of snowmobiling, he did not get it. It took until August, but now Richard is my boyfriend. He gets it now.















