Drove 55 miles up towards the Yukon for a sled-load of wood. 55 miles of driving over concrete embedded with bricks. I broke my sled, my butt, and gave myself a headache. Ohhhhhh....my back still aches and my kidneys are really angry at me.
Standing dead trees all around, cut three big ones, got one out then dumped it beside my trail to pick up later, cut another and promptly got stuck. I mean S-T-U-C-K. I hate it when that happens. Dropped all the wood, dug out the sled, dug out my snogo, and was able to drive out. I was so incredibly pooped by that time I left all the wood to pick it up another day and came home. Another 55-miles of concrete embedded with bricks. Yee-haw.
I learned a couple things:
1. I do not need to take a 15-gallon drum with gas. A five will do.
2. D not rust someone when they tell you there is too much soft snow, see for yourself.
3. Do NOT forget the grub. You'll get hungry. I know this from experience.
4. Don't take your cell when it is -22*F, it will freeze and die. Even though I had it inside my vest against my body.
5. Even though the suspension was adjusted properly, millions of concrete/snow bumbs will eventually get to you so take the motrin BEFORE you leave.
6. Leave early so you can recover an hour or so before coming back.
Other than that, it was a fun trip. Now all I have to do is repair my sled and go back for the wood on my week-off in eight days.