I’ve been thinking a lot about my less-than-what-I’d-hoped-for winter of snowmobiling. For a bunch of reasons, I didn’t get to ride as much as I normally do (and nowhere near as much as I’d hoped).
The last pile of snow melted in my yard today. I’m looking at a spring, summer and fall filled with all kinds of cool stuff. I should be thrilled.
But I’m feeling the tug of disappointment that winter’s over. No more snowmobiling for 7 months or so.
The good news is that those 7 months will pass fast (which is also the bad news).
A couple snowmobile projects will keep the fire flickering in the meantime. And there are a whole bunch of people and places I’m going to visit before I start wearing the jackets that I just put away last weekend.
One snowmobile season ends and, in a way, another is just beginning.