What It’s Like: To go ATVing

What It's like is a series of community driven activities lived through first-hand experience.

Zipping through the back trails of Fort St. James was a blast on the Razor.

Zipping through the back trails of Fort St. James was a blast on the Razor.

The trail we went down had not been driven through for quite some time. Huge logs stuck out of the ground and trees bent over scraped the roof of the Razor. Vroom Vroom. We bounced over twigs and brush and down into and out of pot holes.

“Ok hit the left hard and we can miss those over hanging trees,” said Wayne Moll, my co-pilot and vice president of the snowmobile club.

I swerved and missed the overhanging trees but bounced off some logs. I shot forward and somehow squeezed through the tiny space keeping on the trail. Boulders and fallen dead trees overtaken with tall grass and brush made it hard to tell which way I should go. After ten more minutes of life-threatening adrenaline, we finally got off the rough trail and made it back onto the semi-groomed path were the only obstacles were pebbles and ridges in the dirt. With a deep breath it was actually nice to be surrounded by natures beauty.

But the Zen was short lived as I approached the deep-wheel carvings of fellow ATV’ers. Big mud holes with tires tracks higher on one side then the other filled with water.

“Once you start you have to keep going. No stopping in the middle or we’ll sink,” said Wayne.

Wide eyed I gripped the steering. Time to get dirty!

Thanks To Wayne Moll for taking me out on his Razor and for pushing me to keep going even when terrain got tough.