listen to that wind. hidden in the trees, it wasn't so bad. steep out from their protection and it pushed at you with abandon. constantly strong, but with more powerful gusts to test your balance. chilling even now.
getting to blue marsh wasn't so bad. the aforementioned trees certainly helped. the snow is virtually gone. the iced up trail ruts remain though. a loose touch and high cadence over the rough kind of ride. wearing mittens also only allows for so much dexterity anyway. single digit wind chills wouldn't allow for other hand protection so no fighting it.
i only lingered by the lake for a few minutes.
ice had formed up on the lakeside face of the driftwood courtesy of the waves.
i then hid in the trees to warm up.
the ride home was swift thanks to a tailwind. a fine dust covered the bike too. frozen and dry i guess. a few other hardy souls were out walking but numbers were slim. my kind of day on the canal path.
2 comments:
Where's that face fur protection?
it's there but trimmed. any longer and i pull at it too much turning the beard into a scraggly mess.
Post a Comment