Snowmobiling in Maine



My Maine adventure itinerary was prepared by my favorite sistah.  
As I expected, there were lots of winter activities that I will be experiencing for the first time.  


One place I looked forward to seeing was the LongPond, Parsonsfield, Maine  



I have seen pictures of my favorite sistah where she and her hubby went camping, did ice fishing and snowmobiling
I knew then that visiting that place will be a helluva good time.



When my  big brotha- in-law (Mike) learned that I will be visiting Maine, he made sure that a day camp at Long Pond will be part of my itinerary. He got everything ready. His snowmobile was properly licensed /registered



 



I’ve got the right outfit. The key is layering. I got a warm base layer, lightweight long underwear, then a bulkier layer for warmth, topped off by a waterproof ski jacket and pants.





I practiced riding and was so focused. I was slow at first and got fast then I bumped into a tree, the motor stopped, I started the engine again and continued riding and same things happened again and again. 





Before heading out to the lake, my brotha-in-law had me try the ride. Clueless was I, for I have never been snowmobiling before. He taught me some things I needed to learn. One thing I remembered was snowmobiles have brakes, and they came in quite handy.



My brotah-in-law was so patient in teaching me how to ride. He rode at my back, led me, let me do the straight and turns. My favorite sistah watched us with glee. Then I tried it alone.I managed to ride the snowmobile by myself but when I saw how beautiful and how spectacular the place was, I wanted to see more.  



I asked my brotha-in-law to just show me around. I let him drove and I positioned myself at the back. My favorite sistah lost sight of us.  We did the mountain trail. He got so fast and never hit the break. It was adrenaline rush to the highest level. I knew then that If my favorite sistah will find out how freakin' fast we were, she definitely will kill us both or kick our butts. 
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I asked my brotha-in-law to just show me around. I let him drove and I positioned myself at the back. My favorite sistah lost sight of us.  We did the mountain trail. He got so fast and never hit the break. It was adrenaline rush to the highest level. I knew then that If my favorite sistah will find out how freakin' fast we were, she definitely will kill us both or kick our butts. 
 

We reached the top and paused to appreciate the breathtaking view of the white mountain and the white lake. 



I felt privileged to have experienced 
this kind of thrill.

Mike is officially my 

most favorite brotha-in-law.


with achut: my favorite sistah



















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