Sounds like a great trip.

The first time I rode a sled I was shocked at how fast they are. Then after a few seasons I thought I'd seen it all and my buddy takes me on this ride late night out Muldoon Canyon in Idaho. I'm following him up this trail and I'm catching wafts of these delicious aromas. It tripped me out but I kind of ignored it and kept riding under the full moon. My buddy stops at the top of the mountain and opens up the bonnet of his sled. I start walking over and he pulls out some tin foil full of little smokeys and another of kielbasa . He has installed two little metal containers to the exhaust and was cooking sausage the whole ride up.


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