Ok so gluttons for punishment, we hit the snowy trails again as promised. This time right in lovely Milford. People, it was misery. I swear to you we stopped after agonizing YEARS of pedaling, slipping all over the place in the melting snow, and mostly just pushing our bikes up every hill, and Jim informed me that we just finished two miles. TWO MILES. You have no idea. There was no joy in that moment.
- Here’s what this rookie has learned: you do not go fatbiking on a 34 degree day. No matter how much it beckons.
- You just do not.
We found the nearest “pavement” two years later around mile 3 and high tailed it back to the car. I will never be done being annoyed about it all.