So, Saturday morning and yet another 3" of snow on the ground. Yuk. Level 1 snow emergency but I had an obligation to show up at Clear Creek Metro Park and so, headed out. I was surprised by how clear the roads were, even Clear Creek Road. Flyin Tuna was no where to be found but I have heard her bike handling skills are better than her driving skills so having her out would have only put one more maniac on the road. Unfortunately, with her was the champagne and cups. At the parking lot were the brave fellows, Mitch O, Steve O and Jeff S. We trudged through the snow while a snow plow cleared Starner Road.
After 4.6 miles, we reached a covered area and Jeff removed the contents of his backpack. What a cornucopia of food! Beggars can not be choosers but after seeing the expiration dates began with 19xx on many of the food items,I deferred to the gift wrapped box. Even though Jeff had cleaned out a basement closet of old Christmas gifts, it appeared the Russell Stover pecan clusters were made in this century and so I eagerly ripped off the paper and crammed down many clusters.
We then truged back, finishing with 9+ miles and 1500' of climbing. Always fun hiking or riding with these guys and if the weather kept you from attending, I'm sure the weather will force us on a snowy hike again, soon.
I'm really beginning to love this snow!!!! Wow, all this whiteness and coldness and cloudness.....I love the winter! OK, I hate it but what can one do? Sunday I headed to Granville Golf Course and did the cross country ski thing. Being a naturally gifted athlete, this activity comes easy but I can't help but think that untimed lunges with the skis and poles and general flailing about is not the most efficient means of transporting oneself from point A to point B.
Mark is a long-time cyclist who enjoys poking fun at himself but most especially at his friends. No nicknames or comments are intended to offend, accept them in the humor they are intended.