Snowmobiling on Priest Mountain Essay

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Snowmobiling on Priest Mountain

In late May I never pictured myself carving a highmark on Priest Mountain. Priest Mountain is nestled on the east edge of the Grand Mesa National Forest. Deep sugary snow and feathery blue spruce trees cover the mountain and the area around. One fine day it occurred that I had the opportunity to carve my highmark and I still I have the mental image of my territory after that day. Even before that day, Priest has left a impression on me. Priest Mountain, for me, has been such a majestic riding area; Iíve been riding in this area for more than 10 years, and it is such a magical place to ride.

On this one fine day, we had a typical Colorado snow storm.. I can recall this very trip to the wonderful
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The large lot was completely full; the trucks and trailers were packed into the lot like a can of sardines. I finally found a place to park and we unloaded the machines. There was slight breeze and a whisper in the air; Priest Mountain was calling my name!

Once my dad arrived, we were on our way. I jumped out into the first park that we came to and the fresh new powder exalted me. We then rode over to our friend's cabin to say hello and have a Pepsi. We asked our friend, Bob to come along for the ride and he was delighted to join us. From there we cut across flat lined Twin Lake and then across the untracked Eggleston Lake. To my unpleasant surprise, we approached the lodge, and sleds were buzzing around like crows on road kill. Ten miles down the road I expected to, at least, see some other people riding, but we had the whole mountain to ourselves. We rode from mountain to mountain, crossing open drainages and gigantic playgrounds of snow one after another.

After an hour of hard riding we came to our first rest stop and decided to ride over towards Priest. Of course, we played and got stuck along the way. We hung a right at the Weir and Johnson turnoff, and blazed up the trail. I had the privilege of breaking trail through the pristine powder. My Yamaha Viper purred into the brisk cold air, tasting like a fresh water ice cube.

At one point, we jumped over to the south, rode through a park blanketed with powder until we reached a cliff over looking Delta

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