Last weekend, Jasmine and I went into the field to help Cougar Hunter. In those two days, we learned just how “tough” we are.
And I got several weeks’ worth of blogs.
The first day, Cougar Hunter took us out on snowmobiles. Jasmine rode with the houndsman (not THE HOUNDSMAN) while I rode with Cougar Hunter. Jasmine was excited. This was her first time on a snowmobile. I was not--I’m certain I’ve blogged about what a great snowmobiler I am.
But once I realized how skilled Cougar Hunter was at driving a snow machine, I relaxed. He was so good at driving the snow machine, I didn’t flinch when he drove onto a steep and narrow path on the side of the mountain. A mountain we could’ve tumbled down. Hell, I was so confident in Cougar Hunter, I stayed relaxed when we were no longer snowmobiling, but speed boating with snowmobiles on ponds of water.
So yeah, I was proud of him and me, ’cause I was relaxed.
That was, until he launched the snowmobile off a “bump” in the “road” and I almost went hurtling off the back end.
Oh yeah, it promised to be fun weekend.
