Congratulations to all the individuals who sponsor, build, run and participate in the now-famous THUMBS UP SNOWMOBILE CLUB of MICHIGAN.  What an honor to be recognized state-wide for the efforts that have been four years in the making. 

A special congratulations to our president, Galen Faith, whose vision and dedication has brought his dream to fruition.  Perseverance in the face of rejection, steadfastness in the eyes of the members and reliability through the hands of time - these traits encompass the creator of our club. 

Without the dedication of the members of the board, the financial support of the community and the contributions from the members of the club, this honor would not have been ours.  What a testimony to be able to wear our title with dignity knowing that time and dedication got us the recognition we deserve. 

Way to go!  I give us Two Thumbs Up! 

I got word today that several of you have tried to post to this blog but havent' seen your comments yet. 

I want to make sure you are posting COMMENTS to the already published threads. 

If you're postinga  whole new blog independently, I have not received notice to accept it for publicatoin.  I get instantaneous emails to my personal account notifiying me when someone posts a comment or tags the board to say hello.

Please email me directly at lfaith@umflint.edu if you have submitted a post to the blog and do not see it. 

I'll work quickly and efficiently to resolve this matter ASAP. 

Thanks for kickin' it with the club! 

Not sure if you've heard, but tonight, we're going to get hit.....

How much snow?  Not sure, BUT snow dance anyone?  Come on, one waltz around the room and we'll guarantee a nice blizzard. 

Granted, it sucks for driving, but hey it's great for snowmobiling....

Keep a close eye on the trail reports at www.thumbsupsnowmobileclub.org to see if they're ready to ride, and rarin' to go. 

YEAH YEAH YEAH, may I say I love snow, and isn't this a lovely one? 

I see a crow -- a big black crow sitting in the midst of the fluffy white stuff, and he's got to be thinking, "I wish I was in Florida."  But, not me.  No sir ree.  I have a deep admiration for the thing which lets me ride with the wind in my face, feeling the chill go up my back, as snow flies around me -- I AM THE WHITE GHOST flying through the field and bounding over snow drifts.  I AM FREE!

An interesting start to the day (my poor kid puking) led to an amazing and endearing end to the day (someone bidding on and buying my son the pencil holder he so desperately wanted). 

It was my first ride with the club -- officially, and I must say I was impressed by the hospitality and friendliness that infused the trails. 

I heard about two sleds that got rolled, Galen leaving his DNA all over the trail with a gaping head wound and someone running out of gas in the middle of a corn field -- but all that dwindles in the memory of the ride.

Best Memory:  Going through the hills outside of Forester.  I love that narrow, winding trail -- makes me feel like a deer running through the trees.

Worst Memory:  Already said it -- Dawson puking his guts out before the ride even started.  But, thanks to a really tall, helpful man, I got that mess mopped up in no time. 

Biggest Thanks: To Galen, Dually (sorry 'bout the spelling?), Ed and the groomers of the trail for giving us a huge playground to run around on and make our muscles ache!