Not Again! Return of the scat eater.

And so it is with Arrowhead.  Well if you define "scar" thusly: leaves a lasting impression.  No doubt Arrowhead wounds some.  But some of us keep coming back (personally it's my third time and I know there are others that have done it several more times than that).  If it wounds it must be kinda like a wound that causes a scar that you brag about at the bar after a few months of healing.

Sunday, Greg, Jon, and I rode our bikes to Iron River and back - which is a little over 40 miles.  We were supposed to get a big snowstorm but although it was snowing lightly most of the ride it never really got deep.  I must say I was kinda hoping for an epic....

As you can see it was on a rail-trail.  I know that I said I was hoping for an epic ride but also have mixed feelings about that.  Over the years I've done enough rides (mostly races) on rail-trails - and if trail conditions are bad it means that epic-ness ensues.  This is for a couple of reasons: 1) It's flat (or very nearly so).  If you can't ride here you can't get going again on the next downhill because there are no downhills.  If conditions are bad it's very likely that they're gonna be that way for a while.  2) It's straight.  Let's consider a scenario: If conditions force you to get off and walk then you'll be going relatively slow.  You get off, look around and then put your head down and walk for a ways.  When you look up again it seems as if nothing has changed: that crooked tree that was in the distance when you first started walking is still in the distance.  3) Even in ideal conditions rail-trails are boring.  And I can never get over that the trail itself is a leftover of industry.  I realize that industry has made it possible for our way of life.  I realize that industry makes possible things like cars and computers and bikes.  I realize that.  But it always rubs me a the wrong way that after all is said and done, after the fat cats get their profits, that they can't seem to clean up after themselves in a meaningful way.

Speaking of epics naturally makes me think of wet cats.  The connection is obvious.  At least the maker of this video thought so.

Anyway, at one point the trail took us by a beautiful wetland and I had to stop for a picture:  

Jon's bike had a coating of snow

I thought I'd repeat my scat-eating shenanigans from a few years back.  Just kidding these are actually chopped dates with a coating of flour.  Really!  Why are you not believing me? 

I actually did eat this.  Or at lease put it in my mouth with intentions to eat it.  I rather intensely regretted this almost instantly.  I'm a quick one let me tell ya'.