What did we do when we came to a
water crossing? Alan Magnum (right)
and Daryl Ecklund (left) got the shovels
out and filled in the creek with snow in
order to get to the epic trails.
Our adventures continued. After several hours of
riding (Timbersleds come with an additional gas tank),
we started down the mountain. It was steep, plus Brett
had neglected to give us any tips on how to stop. When
we suddenly came to a steep drop-off, we skidded right
to the edge. There was no way we could go back up,
and going down looked scary. Brett warned us about the
danger of avalanches, then proceeded down the cliff-like
ledge and told us not to follow until he yelled “clear”
from the bottom. We angled downward, aided by the fact
that the brakes didn’t work in the mini avalanches that
we were creating. What an adrenaline rush!
OH YEAH, WAY BACK AT THE
VERY BEGINNING, BRETT HAD
SAID TO ALWAYS LAND WITH THE
We wanted to get big air on the Timbersleds, so Brett
pointed to a big snow face. I pinned it, secure in the
knowledge that everything around me was fluffy snow.
What could happen? Everything was golden as I sailed
through the air—until I landed. Oh yeah, way back at
the lake, Brett had said to always land with the throttle
pegged. I had forgotten and went over the bars, lawn-darting head first into the snow.
The next day, we were a lot more confident as Alan
Magnum joined us for the ride. We boondocked through
a forest where the trees were so close that we had to
wiggle the bars to get through. After a few hours without
seeing a soul, we dropped down in elevation to a local hot
spot called the Warming Hut. The further we dropped, the
more snowmobile tracks we began to see. This surprised us.
We hadn’t seen them up where we were riding, but that’s
because snowmobiles can’t go where the Mountain Horse
can. At the Warming Hut, there was a fire and a grill to
cook food on. We had lunch, then headed back. We were
almost to the main road when Alan turned off the trail and
into some thick brush. It looked as if there was no way
through, but Alan just kept on moving, pushing away and
ducking under branches and avoiding air-pocket holes. John
and I were a mess. We hit everything that Alan missed. It
was the toughest part of our Timbersled adventure, and it
took just about everything out of us.
Alan’s slogan for the Timbersled Mountain Horse is,
“Anywhere you want to go.” Before I came to Sandpoint,
I just thought of the slogan as a sales pitch. After our
Mountain Horse experience, I think that slogan fits per-
fectly. Looks can be deceiving. At first glance, the Mountain
Horse looks like a Sherman tank, but in reality it is only
about 60 pounds heavier than a stock bike. We went places
that we could never have imagined. We climbed to the
peaks. We carved lines like downhill ski racers, and we
jumped every snow bank on the western slope.
The Timbersled Mountain Horse gets the MXA stamp of
approval. I learned a valuable lesson—never judge a book
by its cover. For more info, visit www.timbersled.com. ❏