It seems I’ve been entirely uninspired these last several months. In part that was due to my extreme busy-ness with my day job as a freelance writer–not a bad thing at all, but sometimes makes for a dull sledchick. Of course, in part that was due to our warm weather months; always a depressing time of year–when the sled payments don’t stop but the fun does! December was pretty much of a wash after being a full week with absolutely no power and services due to the big New England ice storm. It was a step back in time that brought normal life to a halt, but it sure was beautiful…

Beautiful destruction

This last one is the view I was treated to when returning home to my dark house one night. Kind of made it a little worth it….
January wasn’t much better, since we then had snow but my sled was 6 hours away in Maine! I TOLD Bill we should bring them back when we were up there for Thanksgiving!
My spirits lifted last week with the promise of a long weekend of sledding. Unfortunately, when we arrived we found out that our keys had been–shall we be polite and say “misplaced” (and not by us)–I guess we’ll leave it at that. “Miscommunication” (polite, again, not my usual style but it keeps the peace) led me to believe that persons knew generally where the keys were. Unfortunately I found out too late (as in, after all the dealers were closed for the weekend) that no, in fact, they had not been located. Long, frustrating, angering story short, the whole weekend of riding was lost until Monday morning when the local dealer opened up again and we could get keys. That left us with no one around to watch the kids, and so we only managed a 2 hour ride Monday night before having to return early, early Tuesday morning.
The moral of the story is:
- Don’t leave your keys with anyone but yourself. (I’m fashioning mine into a necklace. Bill’s afraid I just might do it!)
- If there is any question, get new keys as soon as possible. As it turns out, they’re only about $8 each, so definitely worth the investment. Much better than spending $200 on registrations and at least that much traveling only to not be able to ride when you get there!
- Bring your sleds home like your wife said and you don’t have to worry about it!!!!!!!!
We did get to do a little banging around and the kids got to ride (after the temps warmed up from -40!).

Can I come in?
And when we did get out, even though it was only a couple of hours, the riding was incredible! We’d had 10 fresh inches of snow and none of the groomers had made it out yet–nor any other sledders! We were riding on a solid base topped with nearly a foot of fresh, virgin snow. It doesn’t get any better than that! Apparently, someone somewhere figured we deserved to be thrown a bit of a bone.



Now, we’re all back home, with keys, with sleds, with snow, and my Massachusetts snomobile registrations and SAM stickers just arrived. We’ve got weekend plans with my best girl to ride, so life is good again. Hopefully my mood will improve and that snowy muse will continue to inpsire. Until then, it’s off to the trails!

Still love Maine, but she's back where she belongs now....