I enjoy the trail riding because it's something I can do a little of on my own. I'll leave the steep-hill climbing to my dear hubby, but there is no reason why I can't drive it through the mud bogs and twisting trails myself--as long as there are friends nearby to help me when I get stuck! But the beauty of it is, EVERYONE gets stuck sooner or later! Either stalled in the middle of a pond, sucked down in the mud, or high-centered on a rock! The only thing I am not able to do at this park is hook up the winch cable to a tree-saver or just plain push. So to my fellow Michigan Gimps--if you are a thrill seeker with minimum use of your legs, get your 4 x 4 buddies to bring you along! MOST people who enjoy a sport are happy to bring along a new enthusiast or show off in front of their friends!
Last night we went over to the same nephew's home in White Birch Estates outside of Farwell. The community has a 4 x 4 "play area" and that's where we played! It was a cold, drizzly day but our other nephew and niece from out of state was up for the weekend and they brought their side-by-side Yamaha! Our local nephew has one, we brought our Polaris Ranger over and the boys' dad has one that he rode over from Silver Lake. What a party! Also a childhood friend of the boys rode along with the dad, and a drunken neighbor came along in our two-seater for part of the ride. What a blast we had in that one dinky community pit! Of course my dear hubby wasted no time in plunging ours through the middle of the pond at the bottom, where the water rushed over our floorboards, soaked our feet and getting us stuck!
We all got stuck in the water or mud or got hung up on rocks--except our brother-out-law, who kept busy pulling everyone clear, ha ha! Except for having to keep my feet raised for so long it made my legs cramp, this gimp survived just fine! There was another smaller mud hole that we tore up something awful too. I feel really sorry for anyone who comes out there today to play because when we left the mud pits LOOKED very tame with no indication of how bottomless the mud really is!
We rode over to the Swiss Inn in Lake George for a bite to eat when it grew dark. They have a handicap entrance around back, which I didn't use because our party was plenty large enough to get me up and down the steps. The restrooms are tiny and awkward--too small to use if you are dependent on a wheelchair or rolling walker. Fortunately for me, I am able to take a few steps without my walker so I was okay, but just a warning for anyone who isn't that able. Everyone's food seemed to be good, but they had no croutons for the chef salad one of the girls ordered. Another girl regaled us with the story of her LAST visit to the Swiss Inn, which included a food server that had no concept of hygiene--yuck!
Rode a few more hours after that and finally ended the day around 11 pm at our nephew's house where we'd parked the truck and trailer. Good time had with good friends for very little money once again! Don't be afraid to reach out to your friends who enjoy this sport--they'll find a way to include you come mud or high water!