A little-bits crazy - A lotta-bits fun.

This past weekend my sister and soon-to-be brother-in-law came to have some fun in Maine. My used-to-be adventerous, wild and crazy, have no fear sister is now the spitting image of my "we are going to fast, will you just slow down you crazy maniac" momma. Out for a spin on the snowmobiles, she was all bunddled up and ready for a ride. Half way to our destination she was ready to be there and Michael may have been internally bleeding from all the hitting to slow down. But we made it to Jackman.

Refreshed from lunch, it was time for a change. We had to have the sleds back at 4:30 p.m. and at 2:45 with 35 miles to go 20 mph wasn't going to cut it. Laura was bold...she let me drive with her on the back.  Michael rode my 1-up sled and Brian was on the F6...zooom! off we went.

I checked-in a time or two to make sure she wasn't totally freaking out (or had fallen off) and it was smooth sailing. That is till I took a wide corner at 40, slid on some ice and almost knocked her and I completely off. But Laura was the perfect passenger, she stuck her leg far enough out that if we tipped all the way over she wouldn't get stuck and she pushed us back up before we ever stopped forward motion. Whew!

Everyone made it back in one piece, and no interal bleeding for me. Laura's quote of the day, "I didn't hit you to slow down cause I knew you wouldn't care. Rachel'd just get off the sled at the end of the day and ask "why are you such a pansy?""

It was an awesome trip!