#snowmachine

[cooterxp]

[pastorjeremynorton]

Friends, Snow-machines and Caribou make for an amazing winter adventure! #friends #snowmobile #snowmachine #caribou #yukon https://www.instagram.com/p/CnRqWucrnQM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[reneesrockingredesign]

We had a great time at Christmas Nights! The only thing I missed getting a picture of was the "snow"! So neat! #Christmasseason #makingmemories #MrGrinch #Santa #cookiedecorating #diyornaments #snowmachine (at Skyline Church Kansas City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmA8iqMOOecvsYeF2x1wFHOvsPu_wiInyGbQQc0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[dal-svetla]

This is the snowball machine #art #illustration #picture #picoftheday #drawing #midjourney #aiart #snow #snowmachine #winter #snowball #искусство #иллюстрация #рисунок #цифроваяживопись #диджитал #диджиталарт #диджиталиллюстрация #зима #снежок (at Russia, Saint-Petersburg) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjQFEYxMOhr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[karmaphone]

ok last post on the shining everyone get extremely mad at the movie for killing dick with me

[dailymothanon]

Cal got graffitied, bud can’t take no naps in peace at all smh… he’s most likely a pillow hugger sleeper, maybe even is one of those folks with so so many pillows nobody knows what they’re for but nobody has ever asked

I honestly forget this so so much, but I forget that Alaskans (and maybe some Canadians idk) are the only ones that call snowmobiles “snowmachines” and honesty it feels weird for me to call them snowmobiles. Like, it feels formal somehow to me 🤔 very strange. I’m sure Alaska and Maine had discussed it and Alaska refuses to say it the other way

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Story time from fish camp: content warning for the god damn dog

So, yeah, fish camp, forget connecting with nature, nature's connecting with you at high-speed impact via fish gut. Yes, the damn dog deserves every ounce of derision, buckle up, here we go.

Let's preface this by saying the dog does not go to fish camp. He stays at home. We are all aware of this issue. No one was surprised by this chain of events. Well, maybe the dog was surprised because he has half brain cell bouncing around in his useless skull but no one else was surprised.

So Adak is a gorgeous dog. He is a specimen of his breed. He goes out in public on a leash and strangers walk up and ask about his stud. We are talking kennel club level specifications.

He is also the most cringe fail fucked up canine who ever lived. You see pugs that can't breathe because their faces are too squashed and their legs don't work but their supposed to look like that because some eugenicists thought it would be fun to pose new and exciting questions about ethics. Those fuckups are intentional.

Adak is a retriever. He was intended to be a duck dog. He is meant to sit quietly next to you while you shoot a duck and then go get it for you. That's the entire purpose of his breed. He came from a litter of pups that do this competitively, and his owner used to train dogs to elite levels of competition. He now no longer does this for reasons we will get into in a moment, but suffice to say this dog started with higher expectations. He's not a Labrador he's a Chesapeake, a breed known for their intelligence but somewhere along the line something went fucking wrong.

The dog cannot retrieve. He doesn't know how. Its not instinctual and he refuses to learn. We have tried. People can't teach him, dogs can't teach him. He won't fetch a stick, or a dog toy or a training bumper or anything else you throw for him.

The dog is gunshy. He panics at the sound of a shot. Sometimes he forgets he's gunshy and there's a solid thirty seconds between the shot and when he decides to lose his shit.

The dog cannot sit quietly. If he is not the center of attention he makes sounds I have not heard from any other organic creature. Is is a squeaky hinge, a far off engine, something stuck in the garbage disposal? No, it's the dog, steadily getting louder because no one has looked at him in the last 2 minutes.

So yeah, arguably the worst possible example of a retriever. He's pretty, he's friendly, he's a good dog and a wonderful pet, just never expect him to do anything useful. Currently his primary function is vacuuming up toddler meals from underneath a highchair so he's happy.

But there's another peculiarity about this damn dog.

He has an engine fetish. A fixation, an obsession, whatever you care to call it. This animal's one true goal in life is to meld his skull to an engine plate and crack off all of his teeth on a spinning flywheel. Yes, some of this is learned behavior because he knows that when an engine starts up his people are off to go do things, fun things, and if he makes himself annoying enough he'll get to go with us. But that only accounts for about a third of how fucking bonkers this dog gets around internal combustion.

Fire up a snowmachine? His head is between the skis and he's doing his best to get inside the cowling. He has chiped his teeth trying to chew on a moving dirt bike tire. He has been run over multiple times, by multiple different machines. There is nothing you can do to dissuade this dog from hauling ass after a four wheeler. His mania is limited to small engines because if he was this stupid around cars he would have been roadkill years ago.

He's been to vets, he's been to experts. He has a wonderful doggy life with plenty of stimulus and affection and exercise and socialization. There's just something wrong with him.

So this is the animal we brought to fish camp. He's having the time of his life because he's surrounded by strangers who would love to pet him and stinky fish smells. Our camp has plenty of people so someone always has his leash to walk him around and he doesn't need to stay in his kennel. There are lots of other families here and a good number of them have wheelers for hauling people and nets and fish up and down the beach, but as long as he has a firm hand on his collar he is at least smart enough not to chase strangers wheelers. He can behave. He just loses his damn mind when it's a machine he recognizes.

We have a four wheeler with us, Adak is insufferable and loudly announcing to the entire beach that he's being cruelly oppressed because he's not allowed to eat the engine, or make love to the engine, or have some long and tender yearning romance with the engine, I don't know what goes through that dogs head, all I know is that passersby are looking at me like I'm skining this animal alive because that's what it sounds like.

We also have a boat, a mid size inflatable with an outboard. Our group has six families and it does make sense to show up with everything but the kitchen sink. Harvest from the beach is perfectly fine but dipnetting from a boat is fun.

There is no way the dog is going on the boat. There are too many people, too many moving parts, some of those parts being live flailing fish, and the dog is not going on the boat. Everyone knows this, including the dog. Yes, he's got a thing about boats too.

So what happens is this.

I've got the dog leash. I've already been out on the boat and now I'm taking a break and getting a rest while someone else has a go. The four wheeler is at the head of the beach, after being used to launch the boat. I'm braced against the dog for when the wheeler starts up again and he inevitably lunges for it.

People are loading into the boat at the waterline. While the dog and I are up on the gravel of the beach, they are down in the indescribable glacial river mud, slick as soap and thick as cement.

My sister inlaw comes down the beach, phone for photo taking purposes in one hand, coffee cup in the other, toddler strapped to her chest. She hands me her coffee cup, to better situate her dozing baby.

I take a hand off the leash and accept the cup.

My beloved husband pull starts the engine.

On the boat.

In the water.

I am suddenly 15 feet further down the beach than I was, skidding through the mud, heels digging a trail behind me. It is worth mentioning at this point that I out weigh the dog by a slim margin of about 30lbs. I let go of the leash. I'm not going in that fucking river.

The dog is going in the river. At speed. He's gonna be the first dog to eat a running propeller. In a river.

(Some dogs are smart enough to be current savvy and not endanger themselves swimming in rough waters. Based on the information you know about this dog, what do you think the odds are that Adak is smart enough for that?)

Despite everything, this animal is a beloved family pet and we do not want to see him swept out to Hawaii or his face made into mincemeat. So now there are 2 adult men in chestwaders wrestling this suicidally stupid dog out of the water and away from the running engine. Oh wait, they were in the process of launching the boat into a stiff current. Now they have to pull the dog and the boat back up into the nightmarish morass of glacial mud, were I'm trying not to lose my boots in the calf deep mud so I can grab him again. Someone is shrieking to kill the engine, which is the most sensible course of action so off course no listens.

Thirty seconds ago my dad saw me telling Adak to stay out of the mud. He blinked and missed the initial drama so now he looks back down the beach to see me and my inlaws mudwrestling that same animal out of the water. He is a master of the "not my circus, not my monkeys" mentality, but he's thrilled to see the show. My sister inlaw came to take pictures and record the moment and she's doing just that, with glee and a sleeping baby.

I have the damn dog. I am back on solid footing. I am only mostly covered in mud. I have not dropped or spilled the coffee.

(Most amazing part of this story tbh,thrashed. The coffee never hit the ground, it was one of those nice insulated to-go cups but still)

The boat and it's fishermen are pulling away. I have given up on the leash and have the dog in an armbar around the belly with a fistful of scruff. He doesn't care. He wants so badly on that damn boat that he's fully committed his weight to his hind paws. If I let go of him right now he would biff it on the concrete pad of the boat launch before launching right back into the water. The four wheeler starts up. I do not outweigh the dog by alot but I now have lifted him bodily into the air with all feet off the ground while he squeals and thrashes.

The sound coming out of this animal is what I imagine a whale overdosing on cocaine would sound like. A weasel in a blender. A clowncar demolition derby. A millennia of tortured souls cursed to damnation possessing a kazoo played by a maniac elephant.

People are staring.

Theres a lot of profanity coming out of me. I feel it's pretty justified.

2 and a half minutes later, the boat is gone. The four wheeler is gone. Adak and his stupid doggy brain have calmed down and quit thrashing. He looks up at me with a completely empty skull and a the canine personification of 😄

I'm gonna skin him for mittens

[angeltreasure]

“Our priests make incredible sacrifices to serve the people of God. Missionaries will fly to a village, then travel the Yukon River in a small boat to anoint the dying. They’ll spend hours on snowmachines and ATVs in frigid weather to bring Communion to the sick. They’ll stay in barely-heated churches without indoor plumbing to bring the Risen Christ to His people. And they make those sacrifices joyfully, because they know the Mass brings life-giving hope to these Catholics who only see a priest every month or two. I invite you to spiritually join our team of missionary priests by sending in your gift to help me send more brave men to your brothers and sisters in northern Alaska. I can’t bring them the Mass and sacraments without you!”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

realizing it wasn't me being cool or a rebel or not into music it was just the undiagnosed ADD and autism

Brain Wants To Do Stuff vs No Socializing Doesn't Count

friends: We're fourteen now. We're old enough to stand around with the young adults for hours and talk about popular stuff

me: BUT THE TEN YEAR OLDS ARE PLAYING FEEZE TAG RIGHT OVER THERE!

friends: so? this is more fun

me: No It Is Not. Bye

Brain Hates Pointless Things And Sitting Still vs Driving Around Is Cool Supposedly

friends: Want to drive my dad's snowmachine?

me: and go where

friends: Just around. Wherever.

me: and do what?

friends: Take turns driving, duh

me: ....that's it? just, sit on a snowmachine, not even talking bc it makes a loud horrible noise, driving over the same places over and over, without heading towards a goal or anything??

friends: Yeah trust us it'll be SO COOL!!

me: i guess...

me, crawling home after two hours of excruciating mental torture: Not Cool

Brain Loves Music And Wants To Learn vs Mmm Nah Nevermind

me: im gonna spend four hours playing nonstop on this plastic recorder until i teach myself the lullaby tune from pan's labyrinth by ear

me: yay i figured it out!

me, as the happiness light in my brain flicks off: this recorder is now an abominatio unto me and i hate it

[cooterxp]

[sergeifyodorov]

so the iditarod. any fun facts?

the Iditarod Trail as we know it was originally a mail trail. in the far north, dogs have been used as freight runners since precontact times by alaska native peoples like the inupiat (in fact, the name for the "malamute" sled dog breed comes from the name for a group of the inupiat, the malemiut who lived on the seward peninsula.

as a draft animal dogs are, pound for pound, stronger and faster than horses, and in an environment like the alaskan interior a carnivore is much easier to feed than a hay-eating herbivore. they are also much better at navigating the winding, slippery, and often difficult trails -- there are places that snowmachines can't go, to this day, but dogs can. old mail trail runners would have teams of twenty or more dogs, hauling cargo like gold and mail and people through the interior. the town of iditarod itself, although now largely a ghost town, once was larger than anchorage!

the history of the iditarod race starts in the winter of 1925 when nome, a town on the icebound bering sea, suffered a diphtheria outbreak. without serum and with no way to get it there by other means -- icebound, so no boats, and the only pilot who could make the trip was on the other end of the continent -- they organized a trail relay, seven hundred miles long. it took them six days.

fifty years later, with mushing considered a dying sport, they decided to resurrect the iditarod as a race, anchorage to nome, one musher and fourteen dogs. it's about a thousand miles long -- there's two different routes, which alternate every year.

uh list of fun trivia below the cut so i don't make this TOO long

specifying the two routes thing: the routes only diverge at about the halfway point and reconnect at about the three-quarter mark, at the checkpoint right before they hit the bering sea.

trail dogs wear little booties, not because their feet get cold but to protect them from things like fallen branches, and other hazards on the trail. mushers can go through hundreds of booties in a race.

the last musher to complete the iditarod is called the "red lantern," which is a tradition that apparently started as a joke and stuck. you may have heard of musher apayauq reitan, who made history as the first out trans person to run the iditarod? she was the red lantern in 2022!

the current general frontrunners of the iditarod are father and son mitch and dallas seavey. dallas is one of two people to have won the race five times.

four people have won four times, including susan butcher, one of the first women to win.

race times can vary HUGELY depending on year and musher. the records are about eight and a half days, but it's not uncommon for people to take two weeks. libby riddles, who won in 1985, had a winning time of 18 days!

[not-actually-human]

i thought i sent an ask eariler but i don’t think it sent 🧍‍♂️ (if it did and u just haven’t answered don’t worry sorry lmao) but hai :3 bites u. how r u doing!!! here is a picture from when i went snowmachining yesterday ! it’s been pretty good weather but we’ve gone out for like 3 days straight and i am. tired. and we’re about to go out again rn lol. love u hope ur having a good day <3

i have received no such ask im so sorry dude :( but whoa thats really cool dude ive never been snowmachining it looks so pretty there. i am. in the desert rn so its weird to see snow. im going back to alaska tomorrow tho where it will be raining 💪 love you too dude hope ur doing well :)

[navysealt4t]

am snowmachining

[captainlinguini]

New year, new Lego set. I'm going to be working on Lego set 10325, the Winter Alpine Village, while watching the Rose Bowl parade.

So, I guess the first step is to build the snowmachine, bench, and outhouse. Let's get started.

Here comes the snow machine driver, bringing another tiny Lego Christmas tree for my growing collection.

Not sure why there's an outhouse. Does this lodge not have indoor plumbing? Weird.

The frozen pond looks amazing, though. It has those iridescent pieces for the ice. It's going to look great when I put it under light.

Okay, now on to the fun part.

[karmaphone]

reading the shining like I will not take jacks dislike of snowmachines personally I will not take jacks dislike of snowmachines personally I will not take jacks dislike of snowmachines personally I will not t

[dailymothanon]

My boy embarrassed… he TOLD Balto he don’t need help but that rebel never listens… it was merely a 6 magnitude earthquake but hey Maine got some wild blueberries so he can't be too upset (i was gonna put more effort to this but my body beat my ass with cramps)

As for this…. It is painfully true for Alaska… anything that isn’t a car or truck (snowmachines and other stuff will be pristine) would be half straight up rust and held together by duct tape and on its last breath constantly. I know DAMN well Alaska definitely has an issue with “if I don’t need it i wont get it” or “if it’s not broken don’t toss it”