This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Monday, December 12, 2011

I Hate Snowmobiles just as much as I Hate Snowshoes…

And when the snowmobile is government owned…You know I’m in trouble. Put that snowmobile in the back of a government truck… Well, shit, bad things happen.

Many years ago, I had spent a winter working in remote areas, accessible only by snowmobiles. Day in and day out, I would unload the government snowmobile from the back of the government truck, slog through the snow for hours upon hours and then load the snow machine back on the truck.

I had done this MANY TIMES.

Then one day, I wrecked two government vehicles in one shot.

I was loading the snowmobile onto the bed of the truck—as I had done many times before—but instead of the sled sliding into the bed, it rocketed up the ramp and launched over the bed and across the top of the cab—putting a nice dent in the cab. Then the snowmobile flipped over…with me still on it.

I don’t know how, but I landed on my feet. And with the sled crashing down on my back, I somehow managed to jump out of the way.

From that day on, I swore I would never drive a snowmobile again…

…so for the next two weeks, I will most likely be on a snowmobile or worse yet, hiking with snowshoes...chasing cougars with Cougar Hunter.

Stay tuned…bad things are sure to happen.