Ahhh, more snow. Just what we needed here in Minnesota. Instead of being grumpy about it, and with the kids out with friends, my husband and I decided to enjoy a snowmobile ride. He the driver, me the passenger. He with a helmet, me with goggles and double neck warmers.

Let’s get you seeing what I’m seeing. Fresh snowfall, at least 6-8 inches of the white stuff, with more coming down. It had a snow globe quality, you know the big fat snowflakes that could quench your thirst if one landed on your tongue. Beautiful scenery. Pines and oaks, walnut trees in rows, hills, and valleys. Just beautiful.

The trail, well you don’t necessarily need one with a snowmobile but I recommend it, leads around the property, traverses between the trees, down some hills, around frozen water holes, and, eventually, leads back to our house. Ryan, my husband, took a small detour and gently gripped the brake as we steered down into a valley. It’s one of my favorite places with a giant rock wall above a dry stream bed.

We sat and enjoyed the view for a while and I shared my thoughts on this exact spot being perfect for a campsite. He with the helmet nodded and I hoped he had actually heard me. I do want to camp there this summer.

So off we go to head back up the hill and this is when the joy ride ended. The incline out of this valley is pretty steep. Don’t ask for an angle, please. I can just tell you it is steep and your legs will burn hoofing it up said incline.

We got stuck.

We bogged down due to the snow and both had to get off to move the snowmobile onto the snow-packed path. We decided that he should continue alone so as not to get bogged down again. With no additional problems, he makes it to the top. In the meantime, I’ve been taking step by step by step up the valley to the top where he is waiting. ever so patiently with the engine off. It was taking THAT long!

This trek left me winded. I needed a good 5-7 minutes to catch my breath after that. What can I say? Cardio is not my forte.

Back on to finish the ride and well…this video says it all.

Remember he has a helmet on covering his whole entire head, and to be able to hear me he has to turn sideways so I can yell into the facemask portion so there is NO WAY he would hear me yelling “Come back!” or “Hey I’m not on!”. So I didn’t. I didn’t shout a word. But I did mutter under my breath.

After I waited for ten minutes and he hadn’t returned, I walked back. He did find me by following my tracks but nearly had a nervous breakdown thinking about what could have happened to me (the scenario of me falling off because I had a heart attack was my favorite catastrophe he came up with), and we have had many laughs about this escapade of ours.

Here’s a trail cam picture capturing him completely clueless that he is riding solo.

I’ll be thinking twice about agreeing to another ride anytime soon. I’m still traumatized 😉

Well, well, well…who do we have here?

Hoss and Weasel, you say?

Who the heck are they?

Let me tell you about it while I grab a beer. Just kidding, I don’t drink.

When my twin sister and I were little, we were nicknamed Hoss and Weasel but not one family member can tell us why.

Per the dictionary, a hoss is a horse. Which I find quite rude to call someone. You talking bout size? How dare you! But I do like horses; they are one of my favorite animals. Soft with a face full of whiskers, strong, and adept at sensing emotions. My sister is all of that, minus the whiskers.

And the weasel. Those sneaky little buggers. Slinky creatures who kill more prey than they can eat- sounds greedy to me. If I think back to my childhood, I may have been sneaky once or twice and may have had eyes bigger than my stomach. Not so much as an adult.

I’ve always dreamed about utilizing this weird combination as a business name or, what do you know, a blog! Over a year of ruminating on how, when, and what to write about, and all the ins and outs of blogging, I’ve finally done it. It’s such a great feeling to accomplish this step.

So let’s get to it!

– Weasel