The sky radiated a deep blue this morning with frozen white pine trees silhouetted against it. It was a crystal cold winter morning.
The thermometer read -10°F this morning - even freezing our internet antenna. I was sorely tempted to skip my snow bike ride but I knew that spending some peaceful time in nature would make me calmer for the rest of my tough day. I wore more layers than ever before, including multiple jerseys, jackets, and pants. Although my outfit seemed ridiculous when I was indoors, it kept me warm for my entire ride. I rode my Fatback on fresh snow.
I had the company of rambunctious R.
And the comparatively serene K. Both dogs instantly developed frosty beards. The duo makes me smile - a very good thing.
The snow squeaked under my tires as I rolled over fluffy dry snow. The cold seemed to freeze-frame the world. No wisps of wind disturbed the forest. And, no animals stirred.
Despite the extreme cold, I ended my ride feeling happy that I managed to overcome my reluctance and went out into the forest. It was a special ride that I won't forget anytime soon. And, I was right - it soothed my soul later in the day as I looked at sobering MRIs of my spine. Unfortunately, I have a lot of training in human anatomy so I knew what I was seeing. I have some big decisions to make... One reader commented that he'd like a post that tells all about my spine so he can understand it better - I just might do that soon.
For now, all that I can do is enjoy each day that I can ride my bike with my canine companions.
I can't imagine a more dramatic contrast than my frozen world today compared to my sun-soaked world one week ago. I'll continue my series about our trip west tomorrow.