We haven’t had a day off of work since September 30, 2010, working six days a week. The only days off have been Christmas and New Years. I was on strike.
We stayed at home in our pajamas until around 11 am and decided to hop on our snowmobiles and hit the trails near our home. My husband led our trip down the trails and to the nearest gas station because both sleds were almost on empty.
We got almost to our destination, a gas station, when my snowmobile went slower and then stopped. I figured that I must have run out of gas so I sent my husband to get some gas and I waited on the trail for him to return.
He returned with a gas can and poured it in and pulled the rope. Nothing, no compression. The problem appears to be bigger than no gas. He got a chain from a local logging company and pulled my snowmobile off the trail. I hopped on the back of his sled and we continued on our way.
We went to our local favorite bar/restaurant for lunch and were provided each with a birthday beer. My husband’s birthday was last Saturday. After lunch we got back on the sled and on to my parent’s home just down the road.
I wanted to get a picture of the ice houses on the lake from my parents home for my photography blog.
After I took this photo I walked into Mom and Dad’s kitchen and I saw this wooden box on the kitchen counter. I said “What’s the box for Dad?”
He said “I use it for raising bread dough.” There is a local bakery that sells frozen bread dough that Mom and Dad like. It’s the only bread that they eat other than bread that Dad makes from scratch.
Dad said they usually try to speed up the rising process by heating up their oven and putting the frozen bread dough to rise and the later bake it in the oven. Dad didn’t like how long they had to have the oven on, but still wanted to speed up the process.
Dad is a retired Electrical Design Engineer so he made his own box for his bread dough. The box is complete with a heat source and thermostat to keep it at the temperature he desired. This is what the inside of his bread box looks like.
In a previous post, I mentioned a hammered dulcimer that my Dad made. Yesterday I took this picture of his dulcimer.
After visiting Mom and Dad we got back on the snowmobile and headed home. When we got home we headed into our shop to get the flatbed truck to pick up my snowmobile. We dropped off the snowmobile at our home, took the truck back to the shop and came home. Exhausted from all the fresh air and exercise, I was in bed with my latest book and asleep by 9:30pm.
One of my favorite parts of snowmobiling is all the things that I can see on the snowmobile trails that you can’t see from the car when driving in the same area. I had high expectations of taking a lot of pictures with my new camera but riding snowmobile didn’t allow for many pictures. I will have to take my camera on a walk on the trails to see if I can capture a few of the beautiful sights I saw yesterday.