They come out when the weather is cold, but less so when too cold. Summers, falls, springs they quietly hide near people’s houses: their garages, sheds, under covers, under tarps. These bees thrive in snow. Depending on the weather, noisy, angry bees buzz by my house daily, nightly: bashing eardrums. Some nights I wake up to their buzz. I’ve heard them buzz early into the mornings. There are days I wonder if the whole neighborhood, and even our house, is infest with angry bees. In our blast house bees loved to infest the walls, there are days I wonder if they followed us north.
    These are weird bees: they smell of slightly burnt two cycle oil. When life goes into reverse their buzzing sounds like it’s choked off then suddenly, Lazarus-like, they loudly buzz back to life.
    We decided to join the bees last year. Now we swarm with the bees, flying through the woods, around towns, deep into the wilderness where few go during the summer.
    These bees are snowmobiles.
    I partially grew up in snowmobile country, but they didn’t really become popular until the mid 60’s. Even part way through the winter I would use a kind of snowshoe called a bear paw to get where I wanted to go. The farther back in time you go in the 60’s the more a unique anomaly snowmobiles were. Owned by people who lived in remote parts of Alaska. Or places like Beaver River where, during the winter, snowmobile meccas like Beaver River can’t be accessed other than by ski plane or snowmobile.
    I had forgotten what it sounded like living in snowmobile country. Is my memory faulty? I remember snowmobiles being noisy, but not this noisy.
    I used to snowmobile in the late 60’s and early 70’s. During the winter it was the best way to get around, to meet the school bus in Big Moose, and the best way for a less than athletic kid to have fun. Twitchell Lake, where we lived, is remote with steep hills in and out that challenge any car, 4 wheel or not, in the winter. Out is the most challenging with a momentum killing slippery curve.
    Retiring and returning home in 2022 we decided to buy a snowmobile. Knowing there used to be days when just getting around to certain places we both love to go could be a problem, so we bought one. Oh, and I longed to visit places aging bodies can no longer walk to in the summers.
    I admit I’m rekindling the joy, but why must they be so noisy? Some days I long for electric snowmobiles, yet I know there are limits to electric propulsion. Snowmobiles, by definition, operate in the cold. Batteries not as much when they are your only means of propulsion in cold weather.

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    “Inspection” is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over 50 years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks and into the unseen cracks and crevasses that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
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