I guess it was many years ago, late one day heading down myself and two friends with me ran across ski tracks messing up my mountains. Hmm I thought, who's messing up my mountain with skis??? So I followed them a couple of miles to a snowmobile cabin the local club has. This cabin is fairly remote, located on the edge of a hill in open rolling alpine. Well theres skis and gearbags and crap stacked outside the cabin, the lights are on and the fires going so I head straight in to see whats going on. Inside there is 4 young guys, 20ish, dug in for the night. They had plans for skiing/snowboarding the surounding hills the next day. I informed them there was no overnighting in the cabin, maybe they should have checked with the club first, your burning the firewood I personally hauled up last summer. GRRRR There was an akward silence for a minute and I said well I'm here and the fires going I believe I'll have a beer, anyone want one? Well a couple of them said ya sure, then one pulls out a bottle of rum and says want one?? Long story short the 7 of us had a great time, I made 4 new friends and didn't get home till very late. I don't think they got a real early start the next morning. Really we're all out to just have fun and if you can just break the ice it's all good. Turned out to be one of my favourite memories of sledding. Actually years later I was in a first aid class and one of the guys in the class was one of the guys from the cabin that night, it was one of those "don't I know you?" things, he brought in some pics the next day from that night and I had to laugh all over again.