Snowmobiling in NY

We are finally getting some cool weather in South Carolina.  This past summer was a doosie.  It has me wishing for snow.  My area of SC usually gets one snowfall a year, sometimes two.

I grew up in upstate New York and spent many months under several feet of snow.

My front yard:

My back yard:

Notice the field behind the pool house - this is where we would snowmobile in the winter and dirt bike in the summer....
.  I had trails in there that led me to my cousin Julie's house in which I would walk in the Spring and get covered in gooey milk weed.  I've never seen milk weed again in my life. (click on that milk weed link and listen to the narrator's voice for a minute -- that's the sound of my native people)

When I was very young, I wasn't aware that my parents had a life apart from me and our house.  Sure, they would disappear sometimes, but I never gave it a thought as to what they were doing.   Years later I heard the fun stories of their game nights with friends and various parties and trips.   For Flashback Friday, I'm going to related a trip my mother often recalls.

One year they took the snowmobiles up to Old Forge in the Adirondacks.   I'll let mom tell you the rest of the story:

"We had fun flying around the old logging roads.  They drive their snowmobiles right through town so we drove to the only restaurant that we found open and hitched our snowmobiles up front.

It was a creepy old house run by two old maids who apparently never had any customers. Each time we ordered something the waitress would say "Mar, do we have any crackers?"  Then we ordered steaks. "Mar, do we have any steaks?" We heard the freezer open and clunk went the frozen steak on the table. "Yes" was Mar's reply.

We laughed so hard and we never forgot the trip to Old forge."