To continue the merriment of winter sport in South Dakota, our next adventure was snowmobiling over Christmas. We used to have four or five sleds when I was younger and we were all at home. We spent many winter weekends sledding in the Black Hills. Every year between Christmas and New Year we would go on a big sledding trip with with one or two other families. Most times it was just up in the Black Hills and every now and then we would head west to the Big Horns or West Yellowstone.
Once all most of the kids were in college, it became a bit harder to coordinate the trips and the kids started taking trips on their own with their own sleds. Plus the winters in the hills were not so great and the snow sucked. Us kids got more daring and more interested in powder riding than trail riding. Our parents got rid of most of the sleds but kept two singles around. If we really all wanted to go, they figured it was cheaper to rent extra sleds than trying to maintain extras.
This year, the snow was great and a base already setting up on the trails. My brother called me a day or two before I headed home to tell me that he was bring his sled home. I was to get the sleds out of storage and into our garage so he could do something to them and we could sled. And he called our sisters too. It was to be done the moment we all got home. I got home after dark, so we decided to wait until the next morning before skiing. Then we would have our Texan cousin, Rachael, to help us too. Then we were harassed for not having it done. In the morning it took all four of us girls to pull the two 500 pound machines out of the old shed, across the horse pen, and up on to the trailer. We really need to get a better storage spot.
Michael was not able to just fix them with one little thing and putting in normal fuel, so we didn’t get to head up until the afternoon of the 26th. Four of us went, we figured we could trade off doubling up. Once we got up there and had the sleds off the trailer, we realized one of the sleds was flooding out, so we had to leave it behind and all ride double. Even if it was uncomfortable at times and we had to take turns riding in the powder, it was still a blast.
I hadn’t been sledding in a few year cause the snow hadn’t been good enough over Christmas when I was home, so even I was a bit rusty. We headed up Recreation Springs and headed down the trails to one the big play spaces. We really didn’t need to teach our Texan too much. She was a natural.
Maybe she fell off a time or two and maybe she tipped it over in the powder once, but I can’t really say I haven’t done the same thing a time or two. Kristen is going to be jumping things before we know it, Michael managed to not get lost in the trees, and I only almost got stuck in some deep powder letting off the gas on a turn. It was another great afternoon in the hills.