Possessed Snowmobile--Flashback Friday

All this cold weather...and I mean really cold weather has got me thinking about growing up in Cache Valley were it always seemed really cold in the winter.  But with the cold came some pretty fun times.  One time after a day of snowmobiling up at the Sinks in Logan Canyon we were finally home and unloading the machines from the trailer.  The elevation of our home was down from the street a little so we had so our driveway sloped down towards the house and then flattened up by the garage.  Directly east of our home on the other side of the street was a large lot that was covered with grass (and snow that time of year).  Towards the back of the lot (that was quite deep) was a big swing set and behind that was a "retaining wall" of sorts built from railroad ties stacked 3 high.  Beyond that was a giant orchard that stretched for acres and acres between our neighborhood and the subdivision beyond.  We were down by the garage unloading the sleds.  It was still light but nearly dusk.  I remember my Dad taking the first machine down and suddenly it took off by itself up our driveway, across the street, over the curb, over the very large lot, through the swing set and bam! right into the railroad ties.  Luckily, it had begun to slow before it hit the railroad ties...I don't remember a lot of damage but I do remember a lot of yelling and laughing!  I still can see that lone snowmobile cruising a long in the late afternoon sun all alone, swings flying through the air as it pushed them out of the way and my dad chasing after it! Thank goodness for the railroad ties...there was a lot of open road beyond!  Back then, I was certain it was a possessed snowmobile...but now I am pretty sure now it was a frozen throttle!