I grew up outdoors in Waubamik Ontario, just east of Parry Sound. Our winter activities included snowshoeing, skiing, skating, tobogganing, and of course, snowmobiling. All of those everyday experiences of living an outdoor life in Northeastern Ontario are what shaped me into who I am today. Someone that works hard, travels widely, and has a real sense of adventure in my soul.
I remember as a child being towed behind my dad’s snowmobile in the most archaic sled. Of course I was wearing a flashy neon suit that was all the rage in the early 90s. As my brother and I grew up our parents gifted us with a Yamaha Snoscoot. Later we bought our own snowmobiles with our hard earned summer job money. My bright red Indy 440 is still a staple in my memory bank.
Then life happened. University, moving to the city, a car, my career, a house, kids, marriage, divorce. Last year I was watching the kids play hockey with a smile on my face when I realized I was watching life from the sidelines. It was time to do something for myself again.
So last winter, for the first time in twenty years, I was determined to get out for a ride at home again.
I had forgotten how much I loved the smell, the buzz of the engine, the fresh air, the wind, and the rosy cheeks. Getting out deep into nature, the untouched surroundings, seeing wilderness for miles, the fresh powder, the wildlife we stopped and encountered, all flashed into my brain as new memories while making me feel like I was a teenager again.
Being out riding reminded me that snowmobiling is a community. After getting fuel at Nobel Esso we hopped on the Carling Trailblazers trail and another rider waved at us as we passed. Enjoying a homemade meal at Loggers Station House while comparing riding destinations and trail conditions with other riders. Warming up with family and friends over a hot chocolate at Georgian Bay Travel Centre. And then finishing our day watching the sunset over Georgian Bay amongst dozens of ice fishing huts.
If you have the chance this winter, do yourself a favour, and get out there! The nerves will pass quickly and it will become second nature again before you know it. If you need a refresh here's some essential tips and safety reminders to get you started. And here's a snowmobiling bucket list to get you inspired.
That day it wasn’t only the wind causing my cheeks to burn, it was also the grin that spread from ear to ear.
Maybe this season I’ll even get back in that drivers seat!
