There is something nice about the video, however, that shows more what snowmobiling is like than the my earlier blog entry.

Will’s snowmobile “broke down” on “accident”, as you can see in the picture below where he got three passerby mechanics to take a look at his engine. Oh, too bad, it is broken, I guess Will has to ride brokeback with Gustaf on his snowmobile, over bumpy bumpy roads and oh so cold.

The lodge is ONLY accessible by snowmobile in the winter, so it was kind of a cool place to warm up halfway through our journey. The food was most excellent and we had a good time.

I told one of the old ladies that ran the place that I would post pictures of her place on the internet and she asked what that was, and I told her it was kind of like an electronic basket of lotion, and she seemed to understand.

And here is a shot of Gustaf, all full and happy after lunch. He has a red helmet, always.

Here is a shot of my snowmobile. It is actually fairly sophisticated with a hand warmer on each handle and a thumb warmer for the throttle. The heater got SO hot that I had to turn it off.

Will turned around and saw I was in a pickle so he jumped off his snowmobile and came over to help. He had to walk through waist-deep snow just to get close. After getting close to me, he fell backward and took a few minutes to wrestle himself out.

Will and I went through a ton of ideas to get it out. The BEST idea we came up with was to take off my scarf and tie it to Will’s snowmobile, so you can judge the relative quality of the other 9 ideas.

We revved it hard, and that sweet move succeeded in the snowmobile sinking another foot into the snow, melting the snow all around the treads, then immediately re-freezing the melted snow into hard compacted ice, permanently encasing the snowmobile like a trapped Superman villian.

Then we figured the only way to get it out was to dig it out. This event took one hour of exhausting work. We had no shovel, just four hands. About 45 minutes into it, we saw vultures circling (seriously). Here is a shot of Will under my snowmobile digging hard.

After that, with a shove and a gentle rev, we got it out. Here is a picture of Will standing INSIDE the whole we dug, and then a happy shot of me, glad we did not have to call a chopper.

We did not see much wildlife because our loud motors scared them away, but here is an elk head which we can only assume is connected to an elk body.

The four of us arrived at Yellowstone adventures and grabbed some snowmobiles and checked out the route. We planned on going about 40 miles into Idaho deep into Yellowstone. I had been to Yellowstone once before in the summer, but this was my first experience in the winter, so I was excited to see it.

We planned on visiting a little house for lunch that is owned by two older ladies that supposedly prepared a nice lunch. Their house was only accessible by snowmobile, so we thought that would be a nice stopping point half way through the trip. Little did we know the obstacles in the way… I will make other blog posts later about the various elements of the trip… it would be too long to cram it into one… speaking of that, I have Gustaf and Will in a Brokeback Montana picture coming up.

Here are pictures of the three of us in action. Gustaf has on the red helmet (that’s just one reason we call him Red Helmet), I am in the black helmet (no one ever calls me that), and then in the silver Evil-Kineval-Jumping-Ceasars-Fountains helmet is Will.