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this would be our first stop for the night.

Next morning, we woke up to six inches of new snow and it was like a
winter wonder land. It was so cold the snow froze to everything; the
trees were solid white, and the trails were smooth with fresh powder
flying everywhere. We rode all day till dark when we stopped in White
River Ontario for our second night. We woke the next morning to -32
below zero temperatures and our sleds would not start. Electric starts
on the Ski- doo’s would not operate, and my Yamaha was frozen solid,
the motor was locked up like the motor was seized. Bruce and his
handy industrial heat gun, and several cups of coffee for us. We were
able to get all the sleds running by a reasonable time and before long,
we were on our way to Manitouwadge Ontario for the night.
Throughout the week the weather improved, and the temperatures
climbed helping the 12 riders continue though Ontario with stops at
Hornepayne and Duberulville with our final stop back in Haden. This
was a trip I will always remember as one of my favorite trips I have
ever done on a snowmobile. Ontario offered some of the nicest trails I
have ever ridden on, and the scenery was just beautiful. The terrain
changed from one area to another. I believe this trip into the Ontario
wilderness started the Western Upper Peninsula saddle bag ride the
club continues to offer to this season.

In January of 2004, four SnomadS and a guest arrived in Baraga Michi-
gan to ride the first Western Upper Peninsula Ride. The ride coordina-
tor was Ray Williams along with his wife Maria, Rich Strang and his son
Jason.

We loaded the sleds and left the Clarkston area around 9:30 am in the
morning to drive to Baraga Michigan, where we would meet up with
Ray and Maria Williams. With two sleds in tow, and one rented in
Baraga for Rich’s son. We drove and drove and drove some more be-
fore stopping for fuel in Marquette. Just before we turned back onto
M28, I asked Rich to see if there were a set on snowmobile boots with
my bags. No boots, I left them next to the door at home.

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