By Angela Richmond

Nothing says winter like the sound of snowmobiles whizzing up and down the streets of Waterville in the evening.

We were told before we moved here that snowmobiles were an essential mode of transportation in the winter.

This is our fourth winter here, and so far that hasn’t exactly proven to be true.

The only snowmobilers I have noticed are teenagers taking advantage of tall snowplow piles and the wide-open wheat fields.

I’ve never snowmobiled myself but being a motorcycle rider, I can just imagine how much fun it must be to open’er up and fly through acres of untouched snow.

I often wondered, as I looked at their crisscrossing tracks…do they ask permission before carving their paths through the farmers’ wheat fields? I always assumed that they must.

I couldn’t imagine that anyone would recreate on someone else’s property without asking first.

That is, until Adam and I came home to a tell-tale track right through the middle of our yard!

We were not amused to say the least, though we were thankful that the culprit didn’t ride over our water spigot.

I guess, perhaps, we’re going to need to invest in a fence.

Angela Richmond has lived in Waterville for nearly three years. To read more of her writing, visit her blog at inhymnilive.blogspot.com.