Revelstoke British Columbia, Canada is known for some of the best snowmobiling terrain in the world. Here’s the story of how my birthday trip and how my snowmobile lessons there, turned into absolute chaos.
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The Motivation
I had an ex-boyfriend who snowmobiled constantly. He’d been doing it since he was a kid, and I begged him forever to take me.
His answer?
“Girls only come once a year when the guys bring their wives. Girls slow us down.”
WELL- Excuse me while I roll my eyes so hard they leave orbit.
…Whatever…. Fine…
Fast forward to my next boyfriend. Much more fun 😉
My birthday was coming up and he asked:
“Babe, what do you want to do for your birthday? Anything you want.”
And I was instantly like:
“SLEDDING.”
Problem was… neither of us actually knew how.
I’d been on a sled once.
He’d never even touched one.
Apparently you’re not supposed to go sledding alone, because if you get stuck or fall into a tree well you can literally die.
A tree well, in case you don’t know, is the terrifying gap that forms around a tree trunk inside deep snowpack. The snow piles around the branches but leaves a hollow pocket around the trunk.
Meaning the snow can swallow you and your sled like a powdered-sugar sinkhole.
Mental note logged instantly:
Do not smash into trees.
A.K.A. absolutely NO tree-hugging while riding a snowmobile.
Ever.
The Birthday Plan
My boyfriend finds this insane snowmobile resort in Revelstoke.
All-inclusive.
Rooms.
Meals.
Guided lessons.
Everything.
Honestly I think he was more excited about the all-you-can-eat meals than the sledding.
But whatever. I was thrilled.
We arrive on my birthday and it’s this epic log resort perched on top of a gorgeous mountain.
Fresh powder had dumped overnight
and the skies were bright blue.
Perfect conditions.
I was absolutely stoked.
My boyfriend on the other hand looked a little nervous.
Meanwhile, I was feeling pretty confident.
I thought I already knew the most important rule of sledding…
Layers.
Three good layers so you stay warm, but not so many that you overheat once the digging starts.
I had everything packed perfectly and was feeling pretty proud of myself for being prepared.
Years earlier my ex had bought me a hot-pink snowmobiling helmet.
It mostly sat unused because I never really got the chance to ride.
So when this trip finally happened, I was ridiculously excited to pull that helmet out again.
After years of watching my ex disappear every weekend to shred powder…
It was finally my turn.
Powder & Conditions
The night we arrived it absolutely blizzarded. We were actually a little worried our sledding lesson might get cancelled the next morning.
For the Evening there was nothing we could do but pray conditions in the am were going to be good! So we nestled into our fabulous log cabin room and fell asleep.
But somehow, by the grace of God, we were completely blessed the next morning! .
The storm cleared and the next two days opened up into bright blue skies and endless fresh powder.
The mountains looked like something out of a winter fairytale.
Every tree was completely buried in snow, twisted and sculpted into these massive white shapes that looked more like frozen statues than trees.
And the powder… there was so much of it.
The sledding group met up right outside our cabin doors. Super chalet 😉 Very grande!
The instructors cut to the chase, and our whole group ripping towards the deep mountain outback snow in a matter of minutes!
It was so deep and soft it barely felt like snow at all. Riding through it felt more like carving through soft white sand, except the sand exploded into clouds of powder every time the sled moved.
The sled would float across the surface like it was gliding over a giant pillow.
Amazing to ride in!
Anddddd Absolutely BRUTAL to get stuck in.
Because when you got stuck — and everyone did — the sled would literally disappear under five feet of fresh powder… And you’d spend the next 30 minutes digging it out (with a tiny foldable shovel) just to get moving again.
The Reality of Snowmobiling
Snowmobiling is insanely fun… but also a ton of work.
You’re basically praying you don’t end up with your 1000-lb machine buried five feet under fifty pounds of powder, because then the next 35 minutes of your life is spent digging it out with a tiny shovel while your arms slowly turn into spaghetti.
It’s like:
10 seconds of throttle.
40 minutes of digging.
Repeat forever.
By the end of the day your arms feel like overcooked noodles.
Day Two: My Moment of Glory
On the second day the instructor gathered everyone in a huge open snowfield and started going around giving feedback.
He stops at me and says, in front of everyone:
“Bella, out of all my students this weekend, you’ve improved the most.
Your riding is exponentially better than when you arrived.
I’m seriously impressed.”
Everyone looks at me.
I’m blushing.
My frozen face suddenly feels like it’s on fire.
Best in the class??
Me???
I felt like I’d just won the Olympics of sledding.
The Catastrophe
About five minutes later we started heading back down the hella-rutted trail toward the resort.
The trail was full of deep ruts from the snowplow cutting the path, and then from hundreds of sleds pounding over it all day.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Every bump was slamming straight into my back.
So I thought I’d be smart and stand up on the sled while riding.
Great idea.
Fantastic idea.
I stood up and started rolling over the ruts when I hit a big one.
My hand jerked.
The throttle ripped open.
Suddenly my sled shot forward.
I tried to sit back down, but before I could even get seated I hit another rut.
My hand jerked again.
Now the sled was going even faster.
The trail rolled up and down over small hills, so you’d sometimes lose sight of the rider ahead for a moment.
Which is exactly what happened.
I crested the next hill…
And suddenly there was the instructor.
Apparently he had stopped to wait for us.
Meanwhile I came flying over the hill like a missile, my sled launching into the air and about to land directly on top of him.
I scream.
He turns around.
And the look on his face is pure horror.
Like he just watched death coming at him on skis.
He yells:
“F#CK!”
At the last possible second he shoots his sled off the trail and plowing directly into a ten-foot snowbank.
I slam the brakes.
The Domino Effect
Because my sled suddenly rocketed forward, everyone behind me instinctively gunned their throttles to keep up.
So when they came flying over the hill… I was stopped dead center in the middle of the trail.
Every single rider behind me had to panic-swerve into the snowbanks to avoid piling into each other.
Twenty-five snowmobiles.
Instantly buried.
Everyone.
Instructor included.
Except…
me.
I’m sitting perfectly fine in the middle of the trail.
Everyone else is stuck head-deep in powder on both sides.
Twenty-five exhausted riders staring at me like I’d just caused the worst sledding disaster of the day. Which, to be fair… was probably true.
True story. No lie.
I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to say. Even my boyfriend was utterly choked at me.
So I blurted out:
“Ummm yeah! …I saw that crazy b#tch too! She almost hit the instructor!”
I pointed dramatically down the trail.
“She went that way.”
Silence.
Nobody laughed.
Not a single person.
My whole body ached from two brutal days of riding. My arms felt like Jell-O. And even though I felt a hard mix of regret, embarrassment, and thick pity…. I quietly sat on my sled while the entire class dug their sleds out of that massive mountain of plowed snow, and silently thanked God I wasn’t buried waist-deep in it too.
For the next 35 minutes I watched them dig
About forty minutes later we finally continued down the trail.
Everyone utterly exhausted.
Me?
Humbled…
But well rested.
And that’s when I realized what the most important rule of sledding really is:
Never stand up while holding the lightning-fast throttle of a half-ton snowmobile.
Ever.
Verdict
10 / 10 experience.
Would absolutely scream again.
But next time, I’m staying seated.
~ Bella at Beautifully Dangerous
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