The last time I went snowmobiling in the County I was arrested by the Border Patrol; that sucked!
This was a few years ago, but you had got 40 inches of snow up there, then the rain came and washed most of it out, then there was a freeze up and that was when I went. With all that rain, the water pooled at the low points in the trail and all was fine until I came down from Van Buren towards Fort Fairfield. I should have known that nothing good would come of that because for my family it seems very bad things happen in that town; the twins broke through the ice at 5 years old and drowned, there was a murder-suicide in the family, and I pretty near got a free prostate exam by the Border Patrol in accordance to their duties, but I am getting ahead of myself...
Anyway as I was coming down the Border Trail where literally the left side of the trail is in Canada, and the right side is in the United States I came down this hill to face an incredible pond of water at the bottom. Having a new sled (Yamaha Vector) I was not about to let a little aqua stop me, so I figured if I went to the left side and skimmed the open water I would be fine. I was doing pretty good until I hit a submerged log, left off the throttle and sunk.
So there I was, waist deep in water, riding alone, in the middle of the week in the pouring rain. I waited an hour underneath a fir tree but figuring I was the only one dumb enough to ride in such weather, I started hiking south.
I was soaked to the bone, completely exhausted and pretty upset when I finally saw the flag flying in the distance: it was the Border Patrol Station at Fort Fairfield. Thinking quick, I pushed the door open and said, "Man am I having a bad F-ing day."
Well apparently they had not anticipated anyone kicking their door open completely dressed in a soaked snowmobile suit and they were rather shocked, so they grabbed me, threw me in a detention area and questioned me pretty hard what I was doing and where I was coming from. It took awhile, but they finally let me call up my friend who is the Secretary in Caribou at the school there and she came over and picked me up. She took me back to her house and later on that night, her husband and I rode out and got my sled unstuck. It was actually dangerous riding home as the ice was breaking up and in numerous places we had to jump out sleds over open water to get home.
That was just in time to find out my Pregnant wife at the time nearly lost the baby and had to be on bed-rest for the next 5 months, but the rain-turned-ice-storm kept me from going home (4 hours away). It was actually years before I had the courage to go up there again even though I have a pile of family up there. I did take my new wife up to Caribou this past spring and it went well, so maybe it is time to return with the sleds? On second thought...maybe not!