Snowmobile warmed cookies
February 27th, 2016 in Around the Woodstove
It was one of those Fridays: a couple feet of fresh snow had fallen in the previous 24 hours, normally a great thing, but our groomer was broken so our snowmobile track was a mess. The fat snowflakes fell thick, decreasing visibility on the already hard to follow track. The flakes stuck to our goggles making us brush them clear every few seconds. We couldn’t stop: momentum was imperative to avoid getting stuck. We’d been up early to clear the snowmobile track by hand, shoveling out the snow drifts that form over the track making it impassable. By the time we had gotten the first two groups in breakfast was a distant memory but there was no time for food. As soon as I had unloaded I headed down for another trip. In my haste to get down I went too fast and the old VK 540 snowmobile I was driving had the bad habit of “kicking” when it hit bumps. I hit a bump and wasn’t prepared for it and was thrown into a snowbank, the snowmobile fell onto its side, stuck. This was back in the days of radios, before we had cell service at camp, so I radioed Jake, who was still up at camp, that I needed assistance. He told me that he was also stuck trying to complete the loop to the upper cabins. “Oh no” I thought, there was no way to avoid being hopelessly late for this next shuttle. Then the suburban driver, Val, piped in on the radio: the suburban was caught behind a stuck vehicle below the gate, they would also be late. We could all take a deep breath.
I opened the seat of the snowmobile to grab pliers to take off the cargo sled and start to unstick my snowmobile. To my great surprise under the seat I found a forgotten bag of cookies that Chris had made over a week ago. They were warm and gooey, heated up by the snowmobile so they tasted like there were right out of the oven. I took a deep breath, ate all the cookies, enjoyed the snow falling gently, and knew all was right in the world.