Snowmobiling is one of those things that you know exists and you know people do it, but you’re never quite sure why. It looks like a lame version of a jet ski. At the risk of sounding like a sled-neck, you don’t know what you have been missing out on. Once you feel that horsepower between your legs as you fly over a frozen lake, praying that a lone crack won’t swallow up your existence, you won’t ever want to get off. Not to mention that two-stroke smell. There’s a reason why our nations are so obsessed with oil. It’s because it smells delicious when it is burning. Snowmobiling will make the most city of slickers cry out in delight.
When you initially mount the beast it can be a little intimidating and hard to get used to. Generally you get a “play” area to become familiar with your machine, and soon enough you will understand all its slides and turns. The real fun begins as you speed through the wilderness. We followed a forest trail, along what was probably a hiking trail in the summer. We went past lakes, sped up hills and slid down valleys, all whilst admiring the winter wonderland. After an hour we came to the end of of our trail. At this point we stretched our legs and went for a walk to a lookout. The view is very nice, but at this point you are aching to climb back aboard your rocket ship. Tours vary in length depending on where you go, but a half day is a good length. Any longer and you’ll be wearing a checkered shirt and wanting to crush beer cans on your forehead.
One word of warning, make sure you pay for the additional insurance. You can never guarantee what the other sled-necks-in-the-making are going to do, so best to be covered than to get caught out. On our trip one of the drivers bumped the back of another sled and was given a $2,000 bill as a thank you present. These cases are rare, but accidents can happen and sleds are not cheap. It’s best to fork out the little bit extra to know you are covered.