Swany Visits Home for Some R & R Rest and Roosting
After my first day home of nothing but sleeping, eating, and yoga, I was ready to get up and at 'em. It took a little while to get sorted, since my trailer for the snowmobile was missing, I couldn't find my knee pads and my sled was buried in the back yard. A few hours later I had tracked down all of my gear my sled was no longer stuck (true to form it started right up) and I was ready to roll. At this point my friends, with whom I had planned to roost, were now long gone. I rallied up to the trailhead and went out in search of the boys.
I stopped by a friend's house up in the Irwin townsite (11 miles from Crested Butte accessible only by snowmobile in the winter), but I found only his dog, hanging out as Irwin dogs do. Now, I figured the best bet was not to worry about hooking up with the boys and just to go for a solo roost instead.
My sled was running like a champ, but this time the front suspension was dragging a little and making some weird noises. I chose to ignore it (only to find out at the end of the day I had been riding all day with a broken trailing arm oops) and rip around the woods with reckless abandon, being careful not to stray far from old tracks except in large flat clearings. The idea of getting stuck while full solo in the late afternoon in the Colorado high country with a long walk out of there was far from appealing.
We threw down a few cocktails chased with some good lies. There really is no other way to end a two stroke day.
Dave Swanwick, MountainZone.com Correspondent