Well, Katie and I figured it was time to retrieve the non-starting snowmobile from the parking area and bring it back down to the lowlands for service and sale. With a fair forecast for the weekend, we ventured up last Saturday to attempt to dig it out and extraction.
Katie in prime digging position on top of the snowmobile.
After about 4 feet, we were arrived at the seat. Digging out this much snow is difficult because you can't figure out where to throw the snow. And digging down in to a hole below you is murder on a low back.
After 2.5 hours of digging
At this point, Katie hiked up to the Haus to retrieve a rope that would hopefully allow us to pull it out of the hole up the ramp we dug, while I manicured the dig out around the beast.
After she returned 30 minutes later, we were about to (futily) attempt to pull it out with the rope. An angel with a snowcat happened along, willing to help us tug out it.
Hooking up the tow chain to one of the skids.
Powertool...
The beast was out a minute later.
I don't think we would ever have been able to pull it out of hole without help.
The snowcat repositioned to drag the snowmobile to the parking entrance.
Dragging it to the front.
I know Katie doesn't like this picture of her,
but it accurately reflects how much work we did that day.
but it accurately reflects how much work we did that day.
We returned the following Tuesday evening after retrieving a trailer from friends, and hauled it down to the lowlands.
It's a minor miracle we were able to get the beast in to the trailer. We pulled the snowmobile forward by tying a rope from the trailer to the snowmobile. Hauld it forward, untied the rope, then backed up the trailer to the snowmobile. Katie pullet and pushed to get the front end in to the trailer. Then we wrestled the backend up and in. (My back hurts.)
The temperature on our way out.
Stevens Pass at night from the highway.
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