Powder Day

John G enticed me to take the fat bikes out to Mohican for some winter trail riding.  We had about 3" of snow here with a bit of crust on the top from a spat of freezing rain.  But up in Mohican, it was all snow ... 7" of slippery powder.

The temps were great, about 25ish the whole time.  It was deep and slippery enough to require quite a bit of walking, especially up the hills.  The tires tended to wash out on off-camber stuff, which is prevalent on the narrow, hilly Mohican trails.  But still, we did about 2/3 riding and 1/3 running/hiking.

Steve came along too on a borrowed Giant POS bike.  It was totally the wrong tool for the job.  But he was a real trooper and never complained about the hard work and inferior equipment.  We did some swapping of bikes to him on the Mukluks for a taste of the cycling candy.

The ride ended promptly when we were doing some parking lot goofing off and I put a foot through some ice and into 18" of water.  A soaker at those temps meant a numb foot the whole drive home.  We logged 5 miles of trail riding over a 2 hour span, and then another hour of messing around.  Three hours of snow riding feels like 5 hours of road riding, at least to me.