The snowmobile was a motorbike on skis -sort of. The engine purred and it pulled forward over the whitened mountain with good speed.
The snowmobile was deliberately bright, a vivid contrast in the new-page mountain range.
If you wanted the back to nature experience, the snowmobile wasn't it. Yet if you were looking to get from A to B and were okay with a bit of mechanical noise, well, then it was just the pony.
Upon the foggy days when white sky met white snow, it was the sound of the snowmobiles that announced them before their headlamps became visible.
The snowmobile was as good of a steed as any in the snowy days and nights.