Stormy
by Mitchell Sprinsky on Jan.05, 2014, under Colorado, Ride Reports
Weatherman launches the usual propaganda. “Just one to three inches”. he says. After shoveling snow in intervals all day on Saturday, I refused to buy into the talking head’s agenda. Surely, Sunday will be better.
As the light flakes continue to fall, I ponder my decision until it’s too late. I’m already into this. Turning back now would only mean succumbing to the botched forecast.
Not as many footprints as I’d envisioned. A smattering of heels and toes, a post hole or two, and the occasional snowshoe. Normally, I’d be cursing up a storm by now (pun intended), but the extra effort was making me warm. I like being warm.
Almost there. A final grunt.
That’s right, snow. I foiled your evil plan, once again.
Even fewer ventured beyond the middle. Why, I wonder? It doesn’t matter to me. Now, it becomes a downhill snow bike.
A blustery day seems to evoke cold, yet I find so much warmth.
