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One Dark Snowy Night...
Chapter 1
As I climbed into the driver's seat of my '62 Thiokol 601 snowcat I thought about whether I'd have enough gas on board to make the midnight drive up to Tahawus. It was a pretty long drive from Minerva. The snow was deep and it was falling at a pretty good pace.
It had been a while since I had been there. That was the heart of the Adirondacks--the southern gateway to the high peaks region. Of course you couldn't drive into the "forever wild" areas. But the cross-country skiing in there was the best!
Lots of people say you shouldn't try a trip like this by yourself but what choice was there really?
I briefly thought about Winslow Homer. He must have gone on some wild painting adventures while staying at the North Woods Club over a hundred years ago. He had brought fame to Minerva. Teddy Roosevelt too. He became President of the United States at the nearby North Creek railway station after McKinley was assassinated.
So this was an area for big things. And here I was about to attempt a midnight rescue. The plane had gone down somewhere near Preston Pond. It was well frozen. Maybe they had somehow landed on the snow covered ice?
The rumor was that the plane had been forced down. And it was carrying gold!
Was it a CEO cashing out? A singer/movie starlet on the way to the Cayman Islands? A politician's plunder? The gov't? Gangster gold? Ancient wild west gold?
Who was in the plane? Alive? Hostages? Lots of questions were running through my mind as I raced through the falling, and ever deeper, untracked powdery snow.
Chapter 2
The 601 ran flawlessly. It had been restored by the king of perfection, Mr. Weatherby. Originally it had worked for the Air Force up in Alaska on the DEW line. It kept us safe from our Cold War enemy the Russians. The snowcat's military specifications were brilliant.
It was one of the fastest snowcats ever built. And it was earning its pay right now! It was blasting through the six foot drifts. Gold!
Chapter 3
The first bullet came through the right side. It missed me by only an inch or two. This cat was not armor plated.
I simultaneously sucked in a deep breath and hit the gas!
Chapter 4
I didn't really think to bring a gun. Luckily, my bow was still in the back from deer hunting season.
Chapter 5
Escape hatch!? It was on my mind! I could hardly believe my eyes...looked like a Porsche powered Kristi and Snow-Trac snowcats bearing down on me--coming fast from the right side! And they were firing!
Chapter 6?
Chapter 1
As I climbed into the driver's seat of my '62 Thiokol 601 snowcat I thought about whether I'd have enough gas on board to make the midnight drive up to Tahawus. It was a pretty long drive from Minerva. The snow was deep and it was falling at a pretty good pace.
It had been a while since I had been there. That was the heart of the Adirondacks--the southern gateway to the high peaks region. Of course you couldn't drive into the "forever wild" areas. But the cross-country skiing in there was the best!
Lots of people say you shouldn't try a trip like this by yourself but what choice was there really?
I briefly thought about Winslow Homer. He must have gone on some wild painting adventures while staying at the North Woods Club over a hundred years ago. He had brought fame to Minerva. Teddy Roosevelt too. He became President of the United States at the nearby North Creek railway station after McKinley was assassinated.
So this was an area for big things. And here I was about to attempt a midnight rescue. The plane had gone down somewhere near Preston Pond. It was well frozen. Maybe they had somehow landed on the snow covered ice?
The rumor was that the plane had been forced down. And it was carrying gold!
Was it a CEO cashing out? A singer/movie starlet on the way to the Cayman Islands? A politician's plunder? The gov't? Gangster gold? Ancient wild west gold?
Who was in the plane? Alive? Hostages? Lots of questions were running through my mind as I raced through the falling, and ever deeper, untracked powdery snow.
Chapter 2
The 601 ran flawlessly. It had been restored by the king of perfection, Mr. Weatherby. Originally it had worked for the Air Force up in Alaska on the DEW line. It kept us safe from our Cold War enemy the Russians. The snowcat's military specifications were brilliant.
It was one of the fastest snowcats ever built. And it was earning its pay right now! It was blasting through the six foot drifts. Gold!
Chapter 3
The first bullet came through the right side. It missed me by only an inch or two. This cat was not armor plated.
I simultaneously sucked in a deep breath and hit the gas!
Chapter 4
I didn't really think to bring a gun. Luckily, my bow was still in the back from deer hunting season.
Chapter 5
Escape hatch!? It was on my mind! I could hardly believe my eyes...looked like a Porsche powered Kristi and Snow-Trac snowcats bearing down on me--coming fast from the right side! And they were firing!
Chapter 6?