We unload in Macdowall, and sign up for their poker derby.

After putting on a few miles we stopped to adjust our gear as one rider's visor became partly detached.

Looking up the trail we waive at another group stopped ahead of us on Oil Well trail.

Exit "stage left", for Shellbrook for lunch westerly onto the Cut Across trail, when the derby route continued south on the Narrows trail. Our 121's are getting submerged!

Back in the meadows off of the Lilly Plain road there is powder galore, the work out, calls for most of us to peel down a layer.

Arriving at Steep Creek  Creek river crossing, it only takes a couple minutes for everyone to catch up. A couple blue Yamahas led the way!

A lot happened after this snap, The  Storm  burned down 1/2 a mile after getting on and heading south on the North Branch. The owner doubled up with another in our group to get up the power line and back from Shellbrook, at one point the Blue Mountain Max riding double had the rest of the group so out run on the fields and power line eskers, that as a whole group all we could do was count tracks, thus providing the information: the M. Max riding double was ahead of us not behind us!

 I am breaking trail in this snap and the Renegade 800 is towing the wounded Storm. We are headed north on the North Branch from the Power line crossing to the Crutwell Ferry crossing where there is a natural roadway leading up from the shore line.

After the Mountain Max ride.....not to be out done, the XCR 800 owner decided it was his turn to give a lift, the owner of the blown up Storm has found jumping snow banks and all this air time a bit of a deterrent to ever breaking down again!

Talk about awesome powder snow banks, when ever you came across a tree line out in the open!

Following with a truck I follow the sleds who rode all the way in with me, back out to the Crutwell crossing to pick up the Storm. On our way back we come across others in our group who stopped following and hadn't made it in, in the first place. One was a 1000 Renegade that "decided to go where ever it wanted" and turned down into Miners Creek back where we crossed over along hiway 302 west.

The snow is level with the roads everywhere you look and the drifting snow has made some of the largest softest banks we've ever seen.

Loaded up with the Storm it is getting dusk, and this is Miner's Creek  from the truck window.

Every one wants to race the truck back to Macdowall so we can have a wobbly pop and visit about the days adventures.

Here's that Mountain Max again!