This morning I went mountain biking in the winter for the first time in a long while. At Palos, just outside Chicago, we knew it would be an interesting ride with a few inches of fresh snow from Friday night and the mercury hovering around 17°. While it was slow going, I had a great time. The crisp air and pristine forest combined to make for a memorable experience. We ended our ride with a loop around Maple Lake, four bikers cutting fresh tracks through new powder on the ice.
Many thanks to Chris for re-introducing me to the joy of winter mountain biking, and for having patience with my slow progress.
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