Eskimo Pie
by Mitchell Sprinsky on Dec.21, 2013, under Colorado, Ride Reports
Did you know I would find that kind of morning? A frosty breath mixed with just the right amount of overnight moisture that glazes the grasses like butter glazes a carrot. Sure, it was cold. But it’s a dry cold.
Nothing wrong with a little (sp)ice. Besides, I felt pretty toasty in the mitts.
I only saw two other bikes out there. Hmm… Maybe it should always be cool and frosty.
Pure icy perfection. Maybe will get some more frosty flakes tonight!
