The Boondocker is a rad new snowmobile that nobody else has ever really ridden over here. So far, it’s awesome – the rider input transfers through it so nicely. You switch from a nice casual ride to really going for it and wheelieing over sections – that’s a big part of it for me. And it’s the sled that takes a beating and still goes through everything. There is nothing like riding the mountains. It’s magic, it is also ultimately humbling. Being able to grind through whatever the mountain throws at you to get to your destination is the most rewarding.
Snowmobiling started for me as a way to get backcountry access for snowboarding, but before long I was leaving the snowboard behind. Pretty soon, my brother and I were packing a bunch of extra fuel and snow caving it on the mountain for the night.
I think the true culture of mountain snowmobiling has "sisu" built right into its DNA. Ask any real sledder and they’ll have a hundred stories. My first year living in the mountains, I spent a morning breaking trail into alpine – blue skies, deep fresh snow without a track. So, I ride up a steep little wall just at ridge line and lay into a big fat pow carve. I came out of that completely missing my right ski, two broken A Arms and a broken shock. Okay, well, no big deal, right? Turns out when the snow is deep enough and there is no ski to displace it, the snow chokes the motor out. So, I proceeded to do left-hand donuts all the way through alpine, over two large creek crossings to the goat trail through the bush. Pretty well every time I got a little lazy, the motor would die out and over the front of the sled I would go. I must have been stuck and pitched over the front over a hundred times that day. Still not sure if I have ever been more tired than that, but I made it!