I wouldn't consider myself a "motorhead" kind of guy- but I enjoy a little throttle therapy every now and then. The past warm week brought with it several inches of fresh snow. This morning I awoke to a heavy layer of hoar frost on everything. As soon as school got out I rushed home, warmed up the snow-go, and started playing.
My original goal was a scouting mission looking for Caribou. I had heard several people had seen the herd numbering over a thousand very close South of the village.
The snow lying on the river was at least two feet deep, three in places. Unlike south central, here it is typically dry and very cold- making what I call dandruff snow. It is so unbonded that abruptly stopping causes my track to sink all the way to raw ice. Once you stop, its hard to start again. I made this mistake once, and spent 15 minutes digging out the rear end and dragging my machine to a compacted trail where it could grip. The key, don't stop, hold the throttle and float on the snow, as if you were carving out the clouds.
All photographs are by Gretchen.
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