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Who let me drive?

"We're okay!" I called out in between fits of laughter. In the dark, Pete and I could hear the guides racing to our side, nearly invisible to us as the headlights from our snowmobile pointed skyward. There was not one inch of us that was harmed, nor the machine, but we constantly reassured our dutiful guides that there was no need for alarm.

Up until that point in which I drove off track, into a massive snowbank and tipping the snowmobile on top of us, many were unbelieving when I said that it was my first time. I couldn't fully explain why that was either - Pete's excuse was his city upbringing, but mine was much more of a stretch.

I grew up in the vast frozen north of Alberta and while my family never owned a machine, I could name plenty of friends and extended family members who did. And even in my adult years, two of our best friends are avid snowmobilers and have invited us out on countless occasions. For whatever reason, we never took them up on it. Apparently it took a trip to northern Finland to get me on a machine. And not just once, but three times in as many days.

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