This will sound foolish, but when I was a kid other than milking the cows and feeding the heifers, there was not that much to do on the farm (versus that of planting crops, gathering hay, putting up fence, etc) so I would grab my axe, use my snowshoes and head down to the swamp. It was about a mile away and I would go about building a camp.
I would build a nice lean too, blanket the inside with boughs, and cover the outside of it to with boughs, and on some weekends spend the night in them. I think I made 3 or 4 camps like this with one night dipping down below zero. With a nice fire going, my spruce boughs keeping me insulated I was nice and snug.
Those are some happy memories. To this day I don't head out on a snowmobile without my backpack, with a nice hatchet stashed inside, some survival gear and a small handsaw. Its doubtful I would be stranded overnight on a trail with a dead sled, but I have the confidence that should that happen, I would be just fine.
As a side note:
Last year I let my brother borrow my sled for the day because I had to watch Alyson. Rather than be bummed about not riding my snowmobile, I strapped Alyson into her sled and made a day of it...in our own, slower paced way. That was fun too.
Last edited by Travis Johnson; 12-23-2007 at 11:19 PM.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"