Why oh Why?

I got down to Black River Falls on Christmas Day with my sled, had a great time with Lindsey's family, then took the sled out the day after Christmas. There was an amazing amount of snow. I found a few places that had soft drifts up to my waist, and the entire field in her front yard had at least two-feet sitting on it. It was pretty hard to turn when taking people for rides, because any weight on the back sank the skid and took more weight off the skis. No accidents or anything to speak of though.

So I was excited for riding all weekend and putting some miles on, and then the temperature just decided to climb up to 38 degrees with a mist, and melted half the snow. Still plenty to sled on, it's just a lot less and much more packy. Why oh why?!

On a brigher note, the sled is running great, and I am putting it through the paces. I got it probably as hot as it will get the entire season, and it ran like a champ. I am proud to say that I got my old leaky fuel tank full of ten gallons and it didn't leak a drop. I think it's finally fixed. Lindsey even got to drive whitey for the first time.

Today (Saturday), I took Lindsey out on the trails and ditches for about five miles, and she had a blast. I even popped the question... no, not that question. I asked her if in the future she'd rather we had a bigger sled to ride two-up on or if she'd rather have her own sled so we could drive separate. She's supposed to get back to me later on that one. ;-)

Enjoy a picture of me and whitey after I got stuck and finally got it turned around.