Just about the time most of the snow from our first accumulable snow event of the winter was almost melted, we got hit by round two last Tuesday. I took the week off between Christmas and New Year's so I took full advantage of the snow by breaking out the ole Fartley on Wednesday and heading to Walnut Creek. I think we got around 7-8" with some drifting but being a dry and loose snow it was almost too much for even a fat bike to get around on and still be enjoyable. Some sweat almost always gets oozed for every pedal stroke once it gets to be this deep, it was a sledder's and snowmobiler's paradise more than it was ideal for pedal power but we made the best of it. That bright orb in the sky does not help in this situation at all either, temps can still be below freezing but all that solar power still makes the snow break down slightly.
New Year's Day temps and the sun were a little more favorable for fat biking but Tranquility was still not quite firm enough in a few spots, getting there but not quite perfect.
Saturday was near perfect, colder temps and clouds made sure that the snow had firmed up nicely. By Saturday Wilderness Park had also seen some decent traffic on the trails as well.
The sun did, on occasion, pop out of the clouds and warm us up a bit. As a matter of fact it decided to make an appearance right as we got to our bridge beer stop, timing could not have been better.
Unfortunately we were also visited by Rascal-ly Flatts and that is never fun but it does work up quite the sweat, even in winter. My Wish is that Flatts never happened but Life is a Highway and some times you just have to Bless the Broken Road that cause you to Flatt. One thing that helps is if they do happen in the winter I'm always Praying for Daylight, that extra light makes it Easy to change the tube so you can be Movin On.
With less two wheeled traffic, more foot traffic and warming temps the south end of the park was a bit jarring on the hind parts. We ended up bailing onto the Jamaica North limestone path and then hitting up the new, and I guess never plowed, connector trail back into Lincoln.
All that riding can work up quite a thirst so we hit Saro for a refreshing hot apple cider but then I got a Rumbly in my Tumbly worse than that yellow bear feening for some honey. Luckily Mi Mexio Lindo cured what ailed me and that rumbly was buried beneath a gut bomb of beans, spiced meat and cheese.
On a side note, the Saturday ride turned 6 on the Sunday after Christmas, doesn't seem like that long ago but it was.
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