There's no substitute for dedication - but beyond that, few things in life are as cool as mountain biking during a snowstorm. With only the whisper of a breeze through the snow-encrusted pine trees all else is calm, still, and isolated.
Drastic temps call for drastic measures-- time to swap the bike helmet for a ski helmet and goggles. Cause there's plenty of time to sit in front of the fire sipping hot coffee later.
Mother nature has a funny way of letting you know where you stack up on the food chain. Fortunately for us, the Division of Wildlife lets us know, too.
Yes, mother, I turned around precisely at this point.
Rides like these put you in another state of mind. Because no one ever said on their death bed, "I wish I would have worked more..."
Don't save up on life - you gotta spend it all...
3 comments:
Two words... Nuck'n Futz!
Snow Rulz.
Nice Stick!
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