Dean took me snowmobiling today. We snowmobiled to Bloomington Lake. It was a really pretty ride and a warm beautiful day. I had a good time -but not an easy time. Dean made me go off a jump, and go off a jump I did. He didn't tell me that you are supposed to let off the throttle at the top so I just held it in until gravity got the best of me. Needles to say I got more air than he did, but now I just have bruises to show for it; and I had to chase my snow machine down the hill. We went a little while longer up some really steep stuff then down some really steep stuff. That is right about the time I got clotheslined by a tree and my sled hit another tree several yards in front of me. Dean thinks the damage is minimal so we will see. When we made it to the Lake. Dean played around, while I sat on top of the frozen water convinced that I was going to fall through the ice at any moment; while talking to some guys about the hill Dean was currently climbing and how it avalanches every year.
On our way home Dean said, "you did good babe, that ride wasn't one for the wives and you still did really good". O I must have signed up for the wrong ride... next time I would like to go on one for the wives.
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And that is one of the reasons I stopped sledding. I will never forget the time that I saw Johnny's sled come over a ridge followed by Johnny trying to catch it. He claims it never happened. I vividly remember watching the whole thing and thinking "Oh, shit just let it go!"
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