Life in the other snowmobile track

"How come the other snowmobile track always seems better?" Bill asked.

It was a warm (-15) sunny day, full of optimism and promise and we were taking a walk on Prelude Lake. We'd had snowfalls in the last week so all the ploughed ice roads were gone. But the snowmobile tracks that crisscrossed the lake gave us our walking trails.

"What?" I said.

"Well the snowmobile tracks that I'm not walking on always seems better and smoother," said Bill, his steps crunching into the snow.

"I know," I said. "But when you switch, the new track is always just as bumpy, with just as many soft spots."

I was walking in a parallel trail and at that moment, my foot sunk down six inches. "One thing I have noticed, though," I added. "The one you're walking in is always better than the one I'm in. I've noticed that for years. You always hog the best one. I always sink in way more than you do."

Then Bill sunk in. We laughed.

"Guess life just always seems better in other snowmobile track."