Anyway, what I'm getting at is that I first fell in love with snowbiking in Fairbanks. I don't remember ever riding on a groomed trail up there but everyone had snowmachines and the trails were - in general - packed hard. Which was good because fatbikes weren't yet invented - or at least weren't commonly available (I had never seen one)(Mike Curiak wasn't even riding fat yet)
Because the trails weren't groomed in the they were narrow. The ride yesterday reminded me of that. We got a big snow here back in early/mid Nov. And have gotten just a few small snowfalls and dustings (not more than a couple of inches at a time) since - and while the snowmobile trails are officially open they haven't yet been groomed. Here's to hoping that they don't. The trail winds through the trees, and though it's not single track by any stretch, it feels much more intimate than it does after the groomer comes though and makes it so two snowmobiles can pass each other easily.
It was one of those foggy days where the fog frosts the treetops and you almost can't tell where the trees end and the sky begins |
Much of the ride was kinda a pleasure cruise that saw me taking lots of pictures and not really pushing the pace at all.
I had intentionally shorted myself on water - I took enough with me to get me a few hours down the trail and then run out. I wanted to have to melt some snow.
It's been warm here - mostly in the 20's and even 30's with maybe high teens overnight and I haven't had much chance to test out gear in the really cold weather that I could see at Arrowhead. It'd actually be really nice (for Arrowhead training - definitely not for our propane bill) if it got really cold (like -25) for a couple of days so I could give things a try in cold weather. It's one thing to be able to use your gear at +20 but it's quite another to use it at -35 when you're sleep deprived and have 80 miles in your legs already.
Sour gummi worms are my Mike and Ike's |
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