Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Dawson Chiller


After eight days of no riding it was a good idea to tag along with Jason so he can slap me around and make me wish I was with my Mom and not riding.... Well, I love my Mom and all but being able to ride a bike is pretty epic. Especially on a day like today when it looked like a possible Snowmageddon was looming in the morning. So those feelings never really materialized.

The ride from Mill Creek to Dawson bridge was quite splendid (sorry again Mom) and being challenged was something that was a definite need. Yet that empty feeling of being left behind on the climbs and while railing through singletrack is a feeling I will never get used to. That bad feeling is soon washed away when I realize where I am and what I am doing. The valley was quiet and cold and the trails had a deceptive evil look to them covered in fresh snow. A fine layer of ice lay underneath making for many unexpected ass puckering moments. In the end once we entered Mill Creek the cold seemed to creep in and I had taken on the likes of a popsicle. I think I'm done with Winter. March is here, it could start getting warm now.

another day ends, and another potty break photo is born