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We did that with a group out of Breckenridge CO. We waited for a while for "someone" and it turned out the someone was the Austrian ski team. They had been there the day before and were coming back and practice ran long. The trail ride was fun but riding in the open meadow was a blast! It was my first time on a snowmobile and I loved it - and love racing (for only short times) another snowmobiler only to realize it was one of the Austrians. A creek ran down the middle of the meadow and a couple of people disregarded the yellow caution tape and got stuck. I was very happy to be part of a group. I don't think I'd enjoy a solo ride.
I think the group ride is a much better deal. Actually, the Big Boys employee was trying to get one of his friends to go riding with me but they were all in classes. Exam week! Tough to get a group ride on a Tuesday afternoon.