I still remember the intent look in his eyes. This was serious.
We paused at the crest of a hill, looking down the embankment and up the other side across a small ravine.
He stepped off his snowmobile, which was something that no one ever did. With as much snow as had fallen, trying to walk through the fresh powder was near impossible, and there was really no way to tell just how deep the snow really was. One wrong step and you’re neck-deep in a snow bank.
He approached my machine and took off his helmet. He signaled for me to lift my visor and kill the engine.