There is so much to do during spring break that it’s hard to choose an activity. For me it was either spending money and going to Alyeska to snowboard, or getting the chance to snow machine with friends. This spring break I went to my mom’s house to visit friends and family. When I got to my mom’s, I was greeted by my brother, Justin, with a snowball to the face. That night my friend, Jared, came over to play some Call of Duty Zombies on the Xbox 360. After an all-nighter of destroying zombies, we decided, at 8:30 a.m., to call Jared’s dad to come get us so we could go snow machine the Iditarod trail out to Flat-Horn Lake. Once we arrived at his house, we called a buddy of ours, Cole Henry, to see if he wanted to go with us. He said “Yes.” While waiting for Cole, we gassed up the machines. I filled up my 1996 600cc Arctic Cat ZL and Jared had a 1997 700cc Arctic Cat Zr. A few minutes later we heard in the distance: “BRAAAPPP!!” Jared said, “Oh there’s Cole.” Cole, was riding a 700 triple Yamaha Mountain Max, and was heard all around the neighborhood because he replaced his old exhaust with a new one.
Finally, we left Jared's house heading toward the Iditarod historic trail. Cole took the long way and Jared and I took the short way to see who would get there faster. Cole ended up beating us because he had many straight stretches on which to gain speed. After a “race to the finish,” we hit deep powder. A few miles later we noticed another rider in the distance. We raced to catch him, or her, and found out that it was an old family friend, Mopar, who was shreading the powder like a block of cheese. He was riding his play machine: a 2009 600cc Ski-doo summit E-TEC with lots of power. He asked, “Where you guys heading?” Jared replied, “Flat-horn Lake.” During the ride, we ran across a few moose and a dog team. It was mid-day and we arrived at Flat-Horn; we all ventured off carving snow, riding fast, and getting stuck. That day was filled like the gas tank of a snowmachine, but replaced with memories. After a few long frozen hours of riding back home, we made it just in time for cold dinner.
Finally, we left Jared's house heading toward the Iditarod historic trail. Cole took the long way and Jared and I took the short way to see who would get there faster. Cole ended up beating us because he had many straight stretches on which to gain speed. After a “race to the finish,” we hit deep powder. A few miles later we noticed another rider in the distance. We raced to catch him, or her, and found out that it was an old family friend, Mopar, who was shreading the powder like a block of cheese. He was riding his play machine: a 2009 600cc Ski-doo summit E-TEC with lots of power. He asked, “Where you guys heading?” Jared replied, “Flat-horn Lake.” During the ride, we ran across a few moose and a dog team. It was mid-day and we arrived at Flat-Horn; we all ventured off carving snow, riding fast, and getting stuck. That day was filled like the gas tank of a snowmachine, but replaced with memories. After a few long frozen hours of riding back home, we made it just in time for cold dinner.
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