First Snowmobile Ride

I was very excited for my first trip on the snowmobile to the village of Chaun. I’ve heard many stories of these extreme trips and was excited and anxious about my first trip. After a couple days of preparing and trying out the warm native clothes, the trip was postponed. The morning of our departure a strong wind picked up which lasted a couple days. When we finally went next week, it was sunny and promising warm temperatures, only – 15C or so. We took one snowmobile, the second one is in need of some repair. I was riding in the Narta, the plastic trailer box hooked up to the snowmobile. It didn’t seem bad at first, but after 30km or so, I thought I’m gonna loose my kidneys, the shaking and the bumps seemed very hard to bear. “This is just my first time and I probably have to get used to it” I thought. But when Slava pulled over and checked on me, I didn’t seem very well and he took me with him on the snowmobile. Pain has left and I could breathe normally again. We had a great two days of visits and fellowship in the village. For the road back, they prepared a more comfortable seat in the narta for me, since it’s better for just one person to ride on the snowmobile. As soon as we approached the first sharp turn, the narta dipped into a deep tracktor track and I fell off the trailer. Slava kept driving on, since he couldn’t hear me. I slowly got up and started walking on the trail, knowing that soon he’ll notice that I’m not there and turn aroud for me. Luckily it was still in the village and soon I was back on the narta.