I. Love. Winter.
There, I said it. I love winter.
I love the contrast between inside and outside in the winter. Inside – warm, muted light, fuzzy, close to ones you love. Outside – The winter sun lights up everything without heat, and the snow removes contrast and context from the landscape, emphasizing . The imperative is to keep moving, to balance energy in the tank with work that must be done. Focus. Anything above the snow snaps into sharp contrast.
Today’s ride was everything good about that – teens when I left the house, bright blue, high clouds, and shadows that can slice bread. The bike complained. Last week I’d ridden her hard and put her away wet, so there was some rust flaking off the chain, and some creaking as the bike asked why I’d neglected her. But, she moved.
I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve been getting slower lately. Just barely managed to get 12 MPH on the ride in. Not sure why so slow. I didn’t particularly try to hammer, but remember being really let down that it took so long, since i’d felt good on the bike, and the day was so beautiful.
Good chance to make it up this evening.
I’m impressed you ride in the winter, Jank. It looks particularly unsafe to me.
As for loving winter? You are insane. I await your evaluation after you begin winter camping in scouts.
Camped out in January. Plenty happy. The key is a bottle of boiling water inside the doubled up sleeping bags before bedtime. That, and dry socks.