I was recently flipping through an old issue of SnoWest and was conflicted about one of your articles. The article was “Give Me A Perfect Day” [Runnin’ On Empty, November, 2007, page 10].
The article was about your perfect day. I was thinking about my perfect day and I couldn't narrow it down. I love riding. I love everything about it. If I can start my sled it is a perfect day. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy deep, fresh snow as much as the next mountain rider, but the simple fact is if it's white outside it’s perfect. This is coming from the guy who wears out the runners on my skis in the first little snow of the year.
With that being said, I do have a reason why I think the whole sport is perfect.
Your article made me reflect on some of the amazing things I have seen while riding in the Colorado backcountry. All the sunsets over the western San Juans, the endless parks of powder, the seemingly endless hillclimbs and all with good company.
I truly don't think it gets any better. Our sport has to be nothing short of a glimpse of heaven.
What it boils down to is there is no perfect day, but rather an absolutely perfect sport.
Thank you very much for your continued support and dedication to it. I am ecstatic that you care about snowmobiling enough to give the effort that you do. If you're ever in Creede, CO, looking for the steep, deep and the breathtaking, I'll hook it up.
Your friend in sport,