That sounds fun. Reminds me of winter where I grew up, in the deep snow, with snowmobiles, back in the 80’s we could ride around legally on the streets. All you needed was a flag and at night a working headlight. There were loads of fields and surrounded by national forest. I was like 8, we would fly around like psychopaths launching off the massive snowbanks. The passenger would jump off in mid flight to plummet into the chest deep snow. We would Dukes jump from one snowmobile to another. Attach a water-ski rope and strap on the skis and power launch off snowbanks or simply just hold on to the bar at the back and get dragged around the block. Late in the year we would climb up on the roofs of our houses or from a barn and fly off. Growing up in the sticks was fun!