Bud had to leave, which left Alex and I a half-day to just hang out... or do something. Something sounded more fun, so we rented snowmobiles! Wyoming (or the West in general) is amazing. Thirty minutes from Jackson are state-maintained snowmobile trails. 350 *miles* of them. Groomed. Patrolled. Back home, I have to drive four hours to find a state park I can ride a motorcycle or jeep on (the only one in the state).

This particular photo was one of those 'Hey, y'all... watch this' episodes. I saw a big hill that looked like fun to climb- I made it to the top and waved for Lex to follow me. He made it.. but got his sled stuck, so it took us a while to dig it out and get it back down.

What a rush- snowmobiling is as much fun as it looks. Even with windburned lips and sore joints... what is most sore is my jaw from grinning so much! As we started off on our 50+ mile ride, a pair of moose crossed the trail in front of us. About halfway through the trip, the trail opened up into giant fields where we did high-speed runs through the powder, climbed hills and jumped berms.

I highly recommend it- I also got a brochure for a resort that is only accessable by cross-country skiing or snowmobile (I think Steff and I will do the latter if we go).