Yesterday dad called and wanted to go for a ride. Kyle and I had a bit of shooting to do first thing in the morning so we couldn't head out early. We were wrapped up by 10 am but dad, a.j. and jordan had already left. Id blown a belt on our Renegade and it was the only sled with a permit so kyle went to get his Polaris Shift and I went to get a new belt.
By the time we got on the trail it was 11 am. We figured we go for a short rip down to Fenlon Falls have a bite and come back. Few hours tops.
Once we got south of Kinmount we came across one of the sweetest trails in our area called the 3rd of sommerville. Well, thats what we call it anyway. Its perfectly straight and hilly like a roller coaster. Perfect for lofting 60mph... "ahem" 50kmh (heh) floaters. It has just been groomed. We couldnt say no... especially when it feels so good to say yes.
Half way down we came to an intersection and decided to head to Bobcaygeon. Its only 18k from where we were. So off we went. Half way down that trail we saw a sign to Gooderham... only 30k, so we headed out there. Figuring we'd get some lunch and gas in Gooderham and head back home.
About an hour and a half and 40 miles later we found ourselves way down a trail at a washed out bridge with no way to cross, at leat 40 more miles to the nearest gas and a whole bunch of ungroomed trails to get there. Going back was too far, getting to gas was a stretch. But, there was no other choice. I think we were sitting at about 60 miles at this point. I figured my Renegade 800R would go over 100 miles on a tank but I wasent sure about kyles Shift.
Now we were headed for Wilberforce. The closest gas stop. We watched our gauges drop mile after mile until finally we saw a sign that said 17 k. At this point I knew we'd make it. But I didnt tell kyle, I figured id let him sweat a bit.
About 7k farther down the trail we ran into a group of 3 who were also super low on gas, also hungry and also had no idea how theyd gotten to where they were. But they didnt know where they were going either. I told them to follow us in and they did.
We made it to Wilberforce, 87 miles from home, with the shift running on fumes. When we gassed up the shift took 34 liters and the 800R took 26. We grabbed a bit at the Crossroads Cafe and headed another 63 miles back through Haliburton to home.
Our little ride to fenlon, maybe 70 miles tops, had turned into an epic adventure across 4 clubs, through swamps, river crossings and ungroomed/unmarked trails. But we made it.
When we got back home at about 5:30 PM dad came out to see where we'd been. It turns out they put on 220k and kyle and I had put on 240k. So much for our little ride.
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