After taking two days off to do just a little bit of shoveling, I got out today for a couple hours of saddle time on the Ogre.
We got about a foot of snow on Thursday and Friday. Despite the plow drivers' best efforts, some of it wanted to stick around.
I freely admit that I rode on the fog line for most of this stretch. Not only was it the path of least resistance, it was also my best chance at staying upright.
Some roads were fully covered with snow.
While others were clear as could be.
I stopped at the Fredenberg picnic shelter for a snack break.
I've probably stopped her twenty times on twenty rides and have yet to see another person.
I was actually much happier than I look here. I must not like my picture taken.
Will the ice ever go out?
It should be smooth sailing in another couple of weeks. Winter has to end sometime.
One final bike shot just to keep the ratio above fifty percent.
*I don't believe I will refer to it as the SnOgre again. It's a bit too corny even for me.
