Riding on a frozen crust was like riding on a crispy pavement. With this covering it is possible to ride anywhere; over streams through areas covered by underbrush in summer, it was as if the woods had a white pavement on top of them.
The morning was below freezing and then warming to 32 by noon, giving me a limited time before this hard layer turned to mush and my fun ended.
Very few dog walkers and hikers had been through the area leaving me with pristine unbroken snow. The only sketchy area was a small log crossing over a partly frozen stream. (Yes, I walked it.)
Near noon the snow started to melt and I knew my time was up. Eventhough I have studded tires on my rigid bike there was plenty of traction with regular knobbies.
Here is a timed self-portrait on a snowy bridge with my late model ride. This beats riding a trainer anyday!
The morning was below freezing and then warming to 32 by noon, giving me a limited time before this hard layer turned to mush and my fun ended.
Very few dog walkers and hikers had been through the area leaving me with pristine unbroken snow. The only sketchy area was a small log crossing over a partly frozen stream. (Yes, I walked it.)
Near noon the snow started to melt and I knew my time was up. Eventhough I have studded tires on my rigid bike there was plenty of traction with regular knobbies.
Here is a timed self-portrait on a snowy bridge with my late model ride. This beats riding a trainer anyday!