In hindsight, the events that led to March 5, 2020, were stacked upon each other like a deck of cards with a predetermined ending. Long before Randy was laying in the snow with his leg awkwardly folded up to his stomach, a series of experiences played out so synchronously, you would call it fate.
It started innocently enough, as these things do. Randy joined NorthWest trails, a local snowmobile club near his hometown of Corcoran, Minnesota. He was good at it and had a natural inclination for teaching, and in less than a year, he became the lead instructor, setting up and leading several classes on snowmobile safety. We’ll call this part “foreshadowing #1.”