The view of the surrounding ranges was postcard perfect, but I was too busy struggling to keep my machine from toppling down the butte to pause for a viewing. I was afraid to pry my fingers away form the steering bars to clear my view. If I had been a better rider, I wouldn't be in this predicament. Riding a snowmobile, like so many sports, has its own techniques for success. It isn't difficult, but for some reason the maneuvers necessary for enjoyment were escaping me.
Some people lounge by the sea on their family vacations.
Not my family. That pace is too leisurely. At least those were the thoughts racing as I once again gunned the engine, leaned harder into the turn and finally reached the crest of the incline without doing any damage to myself. Our snowmobiling trip through the Bridger-Teton National Forest was arranged by Green River Outfitters. We chose this tour because it promised lunch cooked in the outdoors.