After our 4-wheeler mishap, it was decided to switch to the more traditional snowmobiles, which towed a wooden box that the hunter reclined in. I was a tad nonplussed when I saw my "coffin", but Mark put lots of cushions and tarps down, and I clambered inside, my back to the wind. Off we went, and with the lack of a good layer of snow, the ride was jarring to say the least as we zoomed over rocks and the frozen, broken tundra. Luckily there were lots of frozen ponds, which made for a smoother ride, and we quickly made up some time, arriving in the hunting area in early afternoon.
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