mattyj wrote:It's unfortunate that so many people immediately think "rednecks highmarking in the wilderness" when you mention snowmobiles. If it were some bureaucrat talking about banning climbing or requiring permits or mandatory ELTs because some dumbshit "climbers" wandered off a hiking trail and got cliffed out on a ledge again, you'd be pissed. How dare you pass judgment on an entire community based on the actions of a couple yahoos!
Oh but if it were just a couple. But sadly its like hunters - and the moronic drunken yahoos far out number the responsible ones. But you knew that!
Serious question - are those of you who think I should get off my lazy ass and do all my approaches on foot the moment a road is covered in snow, even if I would have driven them a couple weeks before, equally disdainful of the crowds that show up when the UC opens White Mtn Rd up to Barcroft?[/i]
I went up there with the kids for an open house. Fascinating place. It was a rainy assed T-storm day so people were just hanging out, it was a regular party. Wandered into the kitchen they had coffee and oatmeal cookies.
I like coffee AND oatmeal cookies.
SO I helped myself to a cup of hot joe and took a sip - ah! Palmed two cookies while I was at it. The kids didn't want either, as they detest coffee and don't like oatmeal. I made each of them take one too.
So out in the hallway I drank my coffee and ate my four fucking cookies. But you know what? Pa Milktoast, leader of the notorious outlaw Milktoast Gang, was still hungry. So he sent his outlaw daughters back in the pillage the science lab kitchen. They returned with the purloined cookies... two more each.
"That's it Pop, enjoy!"
"What do you mean?" I sputteded, spraying them both with cookie matter. Kaity responded with a rather indignant look on her face,
"Pop, you clean em out. Those are the last cookies in the lab."
No cookie ever tasted so sweet. The Milktoast Gang took down the Barcroft Lab Cookie Cache and they were none the wiser. We high tailed it out of there when some bearded physicist lookin dude spent an inordinate amount of time staring at the cookie crumbs on my Pattagucci lapels.
So of course we escaped down Silver Canyon.
How bout them snow machines? I sure would like to have one, but seems extravagant waste for a flatlander like me to be owning one of those things.