Group Therapy

 Hi, my name is Tammi, and I am addicted to ATV's.

I guess you can blame my daddy for my addiction. He is the one that introduced me to "off-roading" and "two-tracking." One of my earliest childhood memories is going straight up a steep hill in the back of a jeep. And in time, as so often happens, I married a man just like my daddy. Guess what? He came with a big, green Chevy pickup and an everlasting curiosity for "Where does this road go?" Time and a move to Montana have not changed my love for getting out. In fact, it has only introduced me to more like-minded people. 

This weekend was no exception. On Friday, we hauled the camper down to the Pryors. We got it set up, and then unloaded the four-wheelers. Despite clouds and spitting rain, we headed out. We ended up running main roads for most of the afternoon, but late in the day, we came to Burnt Timber Road. There was a large sign warning that this is NOT a road for cars. NOW you're talking! After a quick, exploratory foray, we decided to save it for another day when we have more time. 

Saturday morning, we were joined by some friends, and we hit the trail again. One of our favorite ways to get from where we camp to the canyon on the other side of the mountain is over a series of switchbacks. Starting down, we quickly concluded that we were the first group down the road this spring. The road was littered with downed snags. Fortunately, a couple of axes and a "few good men" made it fun to do our civic duty in clearing the trail for all of our fellow riders. 

We were actually planning to ride to the Big Ice Cave, but the road was still barred. Oh well... We continued up the trail the other direction until we were stopped by a snowbank. No worries, we just went another way. All in all, Dan and I rode more than 100 miles over the two days. 

You know, now that I think about it, nevermind... I don't want to get over this addiction. If you need me, I'll be out on a back road somewhere. Catch me if you can!