Boy seeing those pictures really takes me down memory lane. The Cuillere a Pot was where it all started for me riding in Quebec. Back in the middle 80’s when I lived in southern New York ( been in Ontario since 1991) we use to ride tug hill and old forge. Then I started buying my sleds from a guy named Bob Herman’s in Brewster New York . Great guy . He always rode in Saranac Lake in New York and based out of a place called Charlie’s. We went a few times and it always was good time.
Bob in 1985-86 goes to Quebec and comes back from staying at the Cuillere a pot and tells us about this snowmobiling meca . 1987 I go up with a bunch of friends and the Hermans but also probably about another 10 people Bob has told about this place. I’m not sure how many Americans found out about this place through Bob but it was many. We would go many times after.
As I sit here and Reminisce about the Pot , Gaeton , the first double wide trails I’d ever been on. The first time I had ever ridden 140 miles in a day and do it pretty comfortably. The rides to the cafeteria and it being the place where I first ever had poutine . The pot where I had my first Cesar and plate of Escargot. Taking my pregnant wife to ride , telling her you will be comfortable it’s not like Tug Hill I swear.
I’m sure we all have these kinds of stories where it once started for each of us . It’s sad to see some of the things that once got it us to Quebec, change go out of business or just fade away but I’m thankful for all those places because it gave so many great memories.
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