It has been a good winter. My first time snowshoeing, and then my first time snowmobiling! Here's Ulf and Åke, the two organizers of the Abisko winter school, gearing up:
I don't have a photo of myself, but everybody looks more or less the same once they're in a puffy blue suit and a helmet. :->
We rode through various kinds of terrain, from quite flat (frozen lakes) to fairly hilly:
I took all these when I was a passenger riding behind Åke, by the way; driving was a full-time job. When Åke was first learning to drive I could photograph off the back quite easily. Later on he discovered the joys of hard acceleration and catching air off of bumps, and photography became impossible. I did drive about half the time as well, although I wasn't as adventurous as Åke; he apparently hit a top speed of about 85 kph, while I topped out at about 60 kph. That felt plenty fast.
It was fun, but not quite as addictively fun as I thought it might be. I imagine I may do it again some day, but I'm not itching for the chance. Motorcycling was a lot more fun, back before I stopped doing that. It felt relatively dangerous, compared to motorcycling (and that's saying a lot, obviously), and it didn't afford much opportunity to look at the scenery while driving because the driving took concentration.
So all in all, I enjoyed the moments when we stopped the most. I got some nice scenery shots in those interludes:
Mostly it seemed like a good way to get to remote beautiful spots in the winter; I liked the destination more than the journey. Still, I won't claim that it wasn't fun!