Riding on frozen, snow-covered lakes is one of my absolute favorite winter-time activities. I’ve been doing it for twenty-odd years, and it just keeps getting better and better (mostly due to the advent of fat-bikes). In the last week, I’ve spent about 10 hours riding on the ice.
Contrary to expectation, I didn’t see another fat-biker at any time when I was out riding. In fact, I didn’t even see any fresh tracks (though wind and snow may have obscured them at times).
The riding conditions were perfect, or one kind of perfect anyway. Firm base with a few inches of fresher snow, with more coming down.
The best time to go to the beach, in my opinion.
There’s a tree spiral on the lake, with wish-ribbons. It’s a little weird.
Sun and snow at once, sorta.
Making tracks.Fresh, untrammeled snow near the Yahara River in Squaw Bay. Well, it was untrammeled.
The frost-bearding was minimal that day.
I stayed out past sunset. The light-show was pretty damned good.
The actual sunset was even better. An explosion of orange.
Another day, another round of wind-blown snow.
Once again, riding with no one but my shadow.
A photo that would have been even cooler if I’d been riding the Necro-Fix (which has no brakes).
On the way home, I rode up Starkweather Creek for the first time this year. There are a number of bridges, including these three.
The snow was starting to warm up and get sticky. Makes for pretty good tracks though.
But it’s not all sunshine and sparkle. That’s a man-sized hole you’re looking at. Both the Ox and I are fine. Very exciting, in it’s own way.
After that little bit of misadventure, I spent the last ride of the weekend on the KM riding the trails with Nate.
Though I did stop on the bridge over the creek to examine and photograph the man-sized hole–which still hadn’t refrozen 24 hours later.