We woke up today and the sun was shining. We decided to go snowmobiling. Jason and Nathan were up for the adventure. Allie had gym and Jake had plans with friends, so we left with just the littles.
The sun may have been shining down in the valley, but once we got to cub river, we were in the clouds. It started snowing as we got to the hills.
I'm not an experienced rider, so sharing the snowmobile with Jason in powder wasn't my favorite thing.
When Mike took him, I started getting stuck left and right. Poor Mike had to keep pulling me out.
Nathan did great riding on his own.
After a little while, the storm started to get worse and Mike decided to call it a day. We headed out and came upon a dad and his daughter. They were frantically waving us down. They were stuck. Nathan and I stopped by them and Nathan started telling them how prepared we were to help them out. I knew that unless Mike came along, we were useless. Mike realized that Nathan and I had stopped so he came over and helped the dad and daughter out. They told us that they had left another snowmobile stuck further away. Mike got us all to the trail so he could turn back and rescue the other sled (they were completely lost, and so was I). I got stuck again near the trail so Mike chose Nathan go go with him and drive out the other snowmobile once they dug the guy out. I could tell Nathan was nervous, but he did it and drove back out like a pro.
Once they were back to the trail again, Mike left to go help another group out of the powder. Nathan came up and confided in me that he was nervous. I reassured him that we were back to the trail now and that we'd be fine. He still seemed a bit stressed so I asked what he was nervous about. He said "I guess I'm just nervous because I'm at the age now where I have to do things on my own".
He was cold and wanted to just be a kid and ride out with me or Mike, but he was on his own snowmobile and he had to man up and get it back home. I felt so bad that he felt that stress, but at the same time, he was more capable than me. So I was proud of him. He's a good kid.
Here we are with the dad and daughter that we helped. Maybe someone else would have come upon them, but they would have been in trouble if no one had. The snow was so deep, they were lost, and they were riding old snowmobiles that they "had no business riding that high up" (according to Mike).
Mike teases me that I worry about him when he goes out snowmobiling. After today, I realized that I really don't have much to worry about. He is so competent out there. The wife of the guy who was there with his daughter today had a right to worry. The daughter kept saying "my mom told us not to get off the trail...and look what happened".
I know there are things outside of Mike's control that I could worry about. In fact, a guy that Mike knows was killed in an avalanche today. I'll never stop worrying about that. But I know that Mike has common sense and he knows what he's doing out there. As much as I was annoyed to keep getting stuck, I knew all I had to do was stop and wait and Mike would come to my rescue. He always did. I know he wants me to love snowmobiling, but I just don't. I love being out there. I love seeing winter in the mountains in a way I'd never be able to do without a snowmobile. But I don't love riding in powder. It makes me swear. For the most part, I have quit swearing. My kids hate hearing me cuss and as much as I don't want to, sometimes a swear pops out when I drop things or get hurt. When I'm riding on a snowmobile, I make up for all the unsaid swears. It's impossible for me to not curse when I'm trying to turn and I can't...and then I see that I'm headed for a tree...
Ugh. Anyway, it was a great day. We were glad to get back to the truck. Jason's feet were frozen and Nathan couldn't move his fingers. We were glad to have been able to help that man and his daughter. We were glad for the adventure.
Life is good and I'm so grateful for each day that we get.