I was so grateful for the invention of the Fat Bike this morning. It made it possible for Shyla and I to pedal blissfully and silently through the forest. I sometimes get sad on "powder days", since the doctors have made telemark skiing off-limits to my fragile spine. Before I was banned from skiing, I used to log about 100 days a year on skis.
Shyla's enthusiasm was infectious! She is the perfect snowbiking partner.