that we were going to be put to the test to get back home.
We really had one option. We had to go a way we didn’t come in and hope for the best. It was a longer route and included crossing one creek that Dave knew of. We took off on the snow machines. We got about 10 minutes from the lake when we hit our first obstacle.
Beavers had dammed up the area and made it a sunken, half-frozen mud pond about three-km long. The snow machines busted through and got bogged down in this cold, muddy, slushy slop. It was a treat.
The four of us essentially pushed, pulled and willed the machines through the long stretch. It held us up and got us all wet.
We started making good progress and crossed a few small creeks about one to two-feet deep and no more than three feet wide. We were all feeling good until we came around a sharp bend and hit a creek that was about 15-feet wide, and, in places more than four feet deep.
Dave and I hopped across on rocks and logs to the other side. Bill and Terry blasted their snow machines through the shallowest part. It wasn’t too bad overall. In fact, it gave us all a good laugh for some reason.
We then faced an hour-long ride back to the trucks from this point. We made more progress. Terry and Dave got ahead of us. We came around a corner and found their tow sled on the trail. The pin had broken. They didn’t notice.
We hooked up the tow sled to our tow sled and kept going. LOL, Dave and Terry didn’t notice for 10 minutes. Eventually they turned around and came back to get their tow sled.
We were all beat. It was worth every drop of sweat, chill and curse word.
We iced some beauty bruising brookies and came back with a good tale to tell.
The brookie opener is always insane.
Backcountry lakes are always worth the work and time.
Northern Ontario speck happiness.