Is there any better way to wrap up a year of SEPA mountain biking than with a fresh snow ride?
No, I don't think so.
The soft hissing sound from my wheels as they glide through the fresh snow. The grip of freshly packing snow when I stand to power up a hill. The smoothness of the ride, all the tiny bumps have disappeared. The fresh fox and rabbit trails criss-crossing the trail in front of me. The utter quiet.
I didn't have much in the tank after yesterday's ride, but it was so special I rode some trails twice, following my own track in the snow. Chatted for a while with another biker, said "hi" to two others. Everyone grinning ear to ear. It felt like we had stumbled upon some big secret. Ride ride ride before the rest of the world discovers it.
I hear there is more snow on the way tomorrow morning. If I am able to turn a crank, I will be out there...
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and...I took the one less traveled by,...And now where the hell am I? "