Footnote

Boy do I owe Garrick an apology ...

Went out to meet the bus this afternoon. I was a little late, and had forgotten the shovel, but the trail was packed down fairly well so I upped the speed a bit from this morning. Garrick was waiting for me just inside the gate (which incidentally has not yet been closed and locked in spite of the snow) and suggested that I turn around inside the gate as the snow plow had pushed a mound of snow up against the end of the trail. Normally, we have been riding right out to the parking lot. (Normally, I later learned, someone had been shoveling away the snow plow pile.) I took a quick look and thought I could take it. So, with Garrick on the back, we flew over the bank and landed safely on the other side, in the parking area. Boy was I feeling good ... too good. On the way back in, I gunned it and ... after flying through the air ... landed us both in the snow ... the very deep snow. Garrick thought we could drive it out so I gunned it again and just got us more stuck! He yelled, "You're not supposed to gun it. You have to ease it out! And you weren't supposed to gun it over the snow bank either." Fortunately, he knows more about the thing than I do and he was able to get us back on the track again ... and, he was gracious enough to let me drive the rest of the way home.

Bet you wish I had the camera for that one!

Karyn