I started early hoping to beat the snow that was forecast, about 8:45. I should have started earlier. The temperature was 21 with windchills in the teens.
|Here's some graffiti reflecting the love/hate relationship with my bike.|
The seat nose adjustment made to the bike made a considerable difference, but I still feel like I want the handlebars in a different position. Higher perhaps?
|But, I don't want to walk my bike!|
7 miles out and I wanted to keep going. Much snow had fallen and there was about a inch accumulated on top of the crunchy older snow. I decided to turn around at this bridge in Cecil.
On the way back, I noticed an old gas station with some vintage pumps that were yearning for a photo opportunity.
|Fill 'er up, please.|
Note the difference in the trail on my way out vs. on the way back:
I heard and saw many species of bird: nuthatches, flickers, downies, wrens, jays, red-tailed hawks, chickadees, cardinals and white-throated sparrows.
On my way out, I noticed one very slick icy patch while going down a hill. I carefully avoided it. On my return in granny gear back up the hill, everything was covered in new snow. I wondered where the icy patch was, and then I saw the fresh footprints of a trail walker under me, they suddenly turned into 'swishes' rather than crisp footprints.
Then this happened:
When I started out this morning, I knew there was a strong possibility that I might take a spill. I had in my head the advice of other cyclists when it comes to falling: 'Just let it happen, don't fight it'. I did just that and nothing was broken, ripped out of a socket or bruised. I don't even feel the tensing of muscles after taking a fall.
I'm still going to take one of those super hot showers that are good for loosening up muscles.
YTD Miles: 498