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OK - Judy's the one who uses the song titles (this one's from Flanders and Swann - don't ask), but it is a perfect description of our big event today. We went on an ATV tour (That's All Terrain Vehicle for you city slickers out there.) this afternoon - well, this evening actually. We didn't get back until about 10:00 pm and it was still light out.
ATVs are exactly what they sound like. They are designed to go over almost any terrain imaginable. They are a way of life in Alaska all year long. These ATVs were "Rhino" models which are a two passenger side-by-side version with a steering wheel instead of handlebars. This tour was made up almost exclusively with guests from our trek (9 in all - it was not an official activity) so we had a great, if dirty, time together.
We started off down a gravel road that became a gravel trail that became a mud and water and rut trail. Boy was it a blast! Judy decided she didn't want to drive, so I had all the fun. She was especially frustrated when I figured out that, if I went fast when we were in deep water, the water would flow into the passenger compartment and get her feet wet. (It got mine wet as well, but it didn't bother me.)
Anyway, at the end of the trail we stopped, and our guides prepared a gourmet meal for us. (OK - it was hamburgers and hot dogs. But they were cooked over an open fire and were the perfect meal for this adventure.)
After the ride back to our starting point we all agreed that this had been a great adventure -- and that we had better find a laundromat soon.
ATVs are exactly what they sound like. They are designed to go over almost any terrain imaginable. They are a way of life in Alaska all year long. These ATVs were "Rhino" models which are a two passenger side-by-side version with a steering wheel instead of handlebars. This tour was made up almost exclusively with guests from our trek (9 in all - it was not an official activity) so we had a great, if dirty, time together.
We started off down a gravel road that became a gravel trail that became a mud and water and rut trail. Boy was it a blast! Judy decided she didn't want to drive, so I had all the fun. She was especially frustrated when I figured out that, if I went fast when we were in deep water, the water would flow into the passenger compartment and get her feet wet. (It got mine wet as well, but it didn't bother me.)
Anyway, at the end of the trail we stopped, and our guides prepared a gourmet meal for us. (OK - it was hamburgers and hot dogs. But they were cooked over an open fire and were the perfect meal for this adventure.)
After the ride back to our starting point we all agreed that this had been a great adventure -- and that we had better find a laundromat soon.
1 comment:
I'm surprised you didn't choose, "Hello, Mudda." (Of course, as soon as that thought occurred to me I had to go to YouTube to again listen to Allan Sherman do it.)
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