We (my brother friends and I) were on a weekend trip in the Gogebic area in February 2007. The trails were in poor condition so the group decided to "bar hopping" on Saturday. After making all the stops on the lake we decided to head back to the cabin. The seven of us (some drunk) hit the lake heading south and when we got to the end of the lake at the county park I looked over my shoulder just in time to see my brother pile into the pier at about 40 mph. As I stopped I saw his helmet roll out on to the lake and know instantly that he was killed. I lost my brother and best friend, his wife lost her husband, his 5 and 7 year old boys lost their father, Mother and Father lost a son, my son and daughter lost a uncle and God Father and on and on. We all understand why it happened and learn the hardest of lessons but we still snowmobile and drink Coke when we stop for a rest. Looking forward to a "up north" ride this weekend with my Father and son. Ride safe.
Wow, that is just ashame!
I'm sorry, I too think about it often how it was for my friend who had to drive to Duluth after I was life flighted. He said it was one of the longest drives of his life. Then even the ride back here to the Chicagoland area he said seemed as if he drove to California. He said all he did was cry the entire time.
I left for that trip on Jan. 11th and didn't come home until Mar. 18th.
It seemed so weird to me. My home did not look the same nor did the neighborhood while driving in.
I never got the chance to see/meet who had rescued me that day. I sure still would like to though.
I forgot to mention that if it weren't for the trail groomer and his son (who ever that may be) I wouldn't be here to type this.
Right after I crashed I remember seeing the groomer lights coming around the corner and it was him that called 911 and got the rescue team right where they were needed.
It was his teenage son that rode my sled back to the motel. Amazingly their was not one thing scratched or damaged on the sled.
