The concensus seems to be that the club was born in Pete Bard's Auto body shop and snowmobile dealership out of
neccessity. Riding around ones back yard had soon became boring and wouldn't it be fun to go to THERE by snowmachine.
It seems though fun was easily confused with adventure. Getting THERE was full of perils such as steep ditches that were magnified by under-powered 600 lb.equipment. The long forgotten fence lines in the fields that never saw use once the snows came. The enticing, snow leveling , plant material that would lead one to enjoy that untouched area of snow only to consume both man and machine. Then the biggie, IRRATE LANDOWNERS, due to propery damage, inconsistant travel paths, and screwed up T.V. reception.
The club addressed these issues and many more as they presented themselves. It was astonishing the growth that was experienced in the seventies. It soon became a family oriented social group rather than just a service organization. Meetings would fill a Grange hall to standing room only. Trailwork would invoke major discussions, as there were enough concerned people to allow for a difference of opinion and or whose equipment would be used. Times change, our lives have become more hectic. The neccessity is not percieved as a real threat, the trails have been there for 40 years, right? But with 8 doing the work of what 100 once did, for how long.
The system was always percieved as a legacy, something to be had and used, protected and held as dear. It is all of that and more. It is the prodginy of all those sledders involved before us, that created and molded it, for it is actually a living entity. For it does from time to time need to have a hair cut, an attitude adjustment, and occasionally a new suit of clothes. Please help with this step-child as it does need love.
Join us, we can make history together !
