Recently that lovely husband of mine and I went and got me that ATV that I've been wanting. I did not go with his brand but got me a Yamaha - probably far too big and powerful for me. That will change, at least I'm determined to prove that it is not too big and powerful for me.
So, here's my new ride:
See, even the dog thinks it is far to mean to get close to!
So, we arrive at our wonderland in November and unload. I take the beast out on the gravel road and think to myself 'hmm, this fun'. Don't forget that I mentioned I was ON THE ROAD. It is flat. I return when I can't feel my fingers anymore (did I mention it was November) and Dan decides he would like to try the beast:
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| See ya all real soon. |
I preferred this speed:
I could not adjust to the shifting sinking feeling - leftsidedipdown, rightsidedipdown, reallydeeptotheleft. We rode for a bit (a short bit according to the husband) and I managed to get up and back down a hill that was iced up before husband says 'okay, come on, i will take you to an easy trail'. He was somewhat having fun and hoping to extend the ride:
I will end this part of the story on the trip by saying that the trail here looks nice - looks can be deceiving. And the ride to our friend's place on the 'easy' trail resulted in "if I wanted to walk out in the bush I would have left the bike at home". Yes, he who loves me most had to get off his bike, walk up a hill and ride mine down cuz I was a 'girl'. Later that day I suggested to one of our neighbors that I should have gone out riding with her. Her reply - just get on the damn thing and eff'ing ride it! Yup, time to suck it up and stop being a girl. The weather changed and we didn't get much riding in after that.
Back at a neighbor's one afternoon, we watched a storm move in. The day was beautiful but you could see the dark approaching. We were by the lake and it was a good afternoon - for November:
That lake is starting to get iced over. Fortunately, we were there for a fire. Not a fire like us city folk build such as:
We have a good size fire pit according to city standards. However, those that live in the 'boo have different ideas when it comes to a fire:
As you can see above, people were moving away from the heat. It really makes the whole 'go big or go home' saying make sense. It was just serious heat:
Brooke was happy to be invited over for the fire. She got to see her Hwy 24 beau before his hair got messed up by the snow:
Shaggy is twice her size, and we don't live with a small dog! He is a gentle giant. However, the 'no fun police' dogs that were also present didn't allow them to play much. Once the snow started falling, this is what the big dogs resorted to:
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| Honey, u still there? |
Then one morning I spied tracks in the driveway. Very hard to get a picture of but oh so interesting to look at:
As I said, the snow wasn't stopping. Then the power went out. We are city folk - no power is NOT a good thing. We tried to wait it out but decided when the batteries on the trailer we starting to get low that we needed to drain water and winterize while we could. When Dan was nearly done that project, the power came back - but the snow didn't stop:
I would really like to preserve that tree, in that state, bring it home and set it up in my living room for Christmas.













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