It was hard, what with the 80 degree temperatures, to believe it was autumn in the mountains, but we loaded up and went north. Then we loaded up some more and went further north. For a change of pace we took machines, kids and gear—not an easy undertaking—to a trail system close to the Canadian border to check out the views.
We stayed on the easier trails (explanation of why forthcoming) but still managed to find some fall photo ops.
My short kid. Notice the elaborate black cargo box with built-in cushy seat and handles.
The short kid says hi. Notice again his secure, comfy perch. And how, you might ask, did I manage to take pictures while driving my ATV?
I wasn’t. We got a mile from the truck when the tall kid’s machine (that would be the brand new one, with less than 140 miles on it) made a BAM! sound and coughed black smoke. The backfiring didn’t stop, so it went back to the trailer on the tow strap. Having invested a great deal of time and effort into hauling ourselves up there, we weren’t about to leave. So the tall kid got to drive Mom’s ATV, while Mom tried not to fall off the back. Notice the lack of secure and comfy seat?
While I can’t see back there, I’m pretty sure I have tubular-rack shaped bruises on my butt. I’m seriously too old for that :censor: