The world was a bit frustrating today on a lot of fronts. A great example is that I'd tromped over our trails many times in the past few days using snowshoes. I don't love snowshoeing - it's slow and awkward but it's the best way to make solid paths for traveling in the forest after a big snow.
As of last evening, the trails were solid and felt ready for my fat bike. I went out this morning on my fat bike, thinking it would be a fast ride up to our sunrise viewing point. Instead, I found wind-driven drifts across every trail. We made it about 100 yards before the sun rose!
It was the first time I've seen sunrise from the meadow, and it was a pleasant surprise to see how gorgeous the light was so early in the morning.
That light made lemonade out of what seemed like lemons as I tried to pedal through the impossible wind-packed drifts.
So rather than flail around some more in the tough snow conditions, we stopped for a mini-photo session in the meadow.
The only problem was that the wind was still howling so Shyla turned into a snowdog and I had to live with snow crystals pelting into my face.
I must say that Shyla is an amazingly good sport in situations like being out in 30 mph winds that are blasting snow into our faces.
Soon, I grabbed my bike, and we headed for the shelter of the forest. I can't say that the riding got any easier. I mostly pushed my bike through endless snow drifts. That's the way it goes with snowbiking. Mother Nature always wins, and it's best to simply accept her unrivaled force.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better. Every morning, I feel like sunrise is a new chance at a great day!