In my carefree teenage days , we were out on Nipissing in frigid cold in the wide open , the urge hit me , coffee and chili were the culprits , I jumped on my Safari 377 and headed to the nearest island , I admittedly b lined for a small cottage in hopes of using their restroom , I parked my sled in the back of a little cabin , with my helmet still on I decided to put my shoulder to the door , ( with full intent of repairing any damage ) the padlock busted open the door swung wide , OOHHH MY ! 4 burly men were sitting at a table playing cards ! The look on their faces !
At that moment , I totally forgot what I was there for , I sprinted back to my sled and made my way to the back channels of the French River , it took at least 5 minutes for the men to dawn their helmets and fire up huge sleds ... They never found me , but found and questioned my friends who were wondering where the hell I went ... They didn't rat me out ... Long story short I returned to " Lucky Camp" and repaired the damage with new hinges and a lock , I left the key on the front door .
Randy .