Lets Get Stuck

The more stuck

Before I explain the above picture, I would like to premise that this was the theme of our time at Larry Land. This was also the first time I have ever gotten the trusty Tacoma stuck. Mason's uncle Larry was nice enough to borrow us a couple SkiDoo Summit 800 Snowmobiles. Mason's other uncle Jim was nice enough to let us tag along with him for our first day of snowmobiling. Being a previous snowmobile competitor in the X-games, we were excited to learn to back-country snowmobile with him. Unfortunately for him, we had never done it before and were an absolute train wreck. Together we got the snowmobiles stuck over a dozen times.

If you've never done it, I will be the first to tell you, backcountry snowmobiling is nothing like anything you have ever done before. There are really only 3 simple rules, turn the handle bars left and yank right to go right, don't stop up hill, don't stop mid turn. Unfortunately, these rules are easier said than done. Especially when your first ride is through a creek bed and up a slanted hill with 3ft of snow.

Despite not learning the 3 simple rules very well the first day, we did learn a couple other things. First, snowmobiles are heavy. Second, snowmobiles get stuck. Third, it is an unbelieveable workout to get a snowmobile unstuck. On day 1 Mason was the king of getting stuck. I also happened to bury the sled a few times...

The second day went much better. But we still got stuck a handful of times in our second 75mi day or riding.

That night we ended up having endless pizza and beer at The Line Shack. Little did we know, 4 pitchers of beer between the two of us would be just the start of the rest of our night. Between beer pong with the chef, card games with the locals, and dice games at the bar with a group of fellow Minnesotans, we found ourselves still at the bar for last call about 7 hours later.

To top our time in Wyoming off, we left with a bang. Thankfully there was no literal bang, or crash. It all started with a rattle. The coleman grill in the back seat was rattling and making a ruckus so I decided to pull over and throw it in the bed of the truck. I pulled over a little too far into the snow bank. In slow motion we found ourselves being sucked farther and farther into the ditch with every inch forward we moved. Larry came to rescue us but instead of pulling the tacoma out, we ended up farther in the ditch, coming dangerously close to the fence in the ditch. Trying from the front instead of the back we made it out with no injuries to us or the Tacoma. Despite being dead sober at this point, this happened right next to The Line Shack.

The less stuck: Doesn't even look stuck.