First-Date Stories: Ep 2 | Why I Wouldn’t Recommend Dogsledding

Let me start by saying, even by my standards, this was an ambitious, borderline insane first date idea.

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

I think I was burnt out on endless “Let’s meet up for a drink” dates and thought a true adventure date might be the cure. Thus, this was the (admittedly wild) first date plan I proposed:

1. Meet in person for the first time ever and immediately drive 2 hours north

2. Go on a dog sledding excursion through a snowy Maine forest

3. Drive another hour north

4. Ski away the afternoon

5. Have a nice dinner slope-side to end out the day

6. Drive back ~3 hours home

If a first date plan like this seems like a red flag to you, let’s just acknowledge that my date accepted this. So, double red flags cancel out, right?

The day of the date came and she arrived. We loaded up my car and headed north. I had made sure to bring our skis, extra layers, and enough conversation topics for the several hours of driving ahead. She was easy to talk to and we were making good time. So far so good.

Then we arrived at the dog sledding place.