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I pet Fiona – an exceptionally well behaved (and calm) young Jack Rusell terrier who seems to be the defacto mascot of the club – as Laurie and I talk about how the Club has evolved over time and how this once quiet spot in the sweet snowbelt of Maine is becoming less of a secret these days as the club’s Park and Ride often fills up early on weekend mornings in the Winter.

I ask for two bacon and cheese burri tos and a Diet Coke to go . . . a small snack to tide me over until lunch as I missed breakfast . . . and then ask how much I owe the club. “Whatever you want to donate is fine,” is the answer. In fact, that’s all the Club will take when it comes to the Snack Shack food and drinks – only donations. As I get in my car to leave I cannot help

but think the Ebeemee Club I have seen today must be a lot of what it was like to belong to a snowmobile club back in the early 1970s when snowmobilers and even non-sledders alike rallied together for a good cause and found they could have as much fun off the trails when in a club as they could on the trails with a sled. Here, it truly is “not about the mileage, it’s all about the smileage.”