The dawned sunny and warm (around 40°F). Shyla and I headed out around sunrise.
Atop Hug Hill, the wind was strong. The wind pushed Shyla's ears and tail to the side as she tried to run.
Shyla seemed to adore running with the wind at her back this morning. Look at her fly!
I adored the ride - I had complete solitude as I linked together trails with small paths that I've discovered over the years. I spent almost the whole time deep in the forest where humans rarely go. I am so very glad that I seized the moment to do it today because it's impossible in the winter.
But, in the last half hour of the ride, it began snowing very hard and the air became so cold that my drinking water froze. I was glad that I'd dressed for the sudden onset of winter! A couple of years ago, I had a close brush with serious hypothermia when autumn suddenly became winter in the middle of a bike ride.
By this evening, the Duo and I did our sunset hike in 10°F air and with snow still swirling out of the sky. As I write, most of the roads around us are closed because of black ice. Indeed, the Runner is stuck in town until officials can clear the estimated 25 accidents (including buses and big trucks) between here and there.