All the Difference

As a born and bred northerner, frozen brown, snowless winters have a detrimental effect on my mental well-being. In the past few weeks, it’s either been warm and damp and foggy–which holds its down beauty–or just cold and brown.

When I woke this morning, there was a curious glow coming through the curtains–the glow of predawn light reflecting off a covering of snow that hadn’t been there the night before. It was but a dusting, but everything’s now white and things are right with the world. Given that, there’s no way that I wasn’t going to get out on the fat-bike for some kind of ride while the snow was still fresh and untracked–because there’s nothing better than making fresh tracks in pristine, unmarked snow.

There’s a city park not far from my house that sits partially on a massive hill and the woods are shot through with both hiking trails and municipal disc golf course. With the latter closed for the winter and a bit of snow, it makes for fine fat-biking as well as an interval workout.

But most importantly, it’s just riding in the snowy woods.

3 thoughts on “All the Difference

  1. Glad you got snow! I’m also a northerner by birth, but from southern New England. The problem with winter there was it was cold but not that snowy, so greys and browns predominated. And in the NW, things are still green (yet a different type of green) in winter, which I like. If I was going to go for a “cold” winter climate again, I’d definitely prefer more snow!

  2. graveldoc says:

    Do you think the difference is the light reflected to you by the snow or just that snow is “normal” and part of what makes up your winter? Seems where I live the majority of people dislike snow.

  3. SW says:

    I think it has a lot more to do with snow as normal and the main signifier of winter (along with cold and frozen lakes). I start looking forward to the winter snows in the middle of the summer. And, if the past few weeks have proven anything, it’s that cold isn’t enough to feed my winter stoke.

    But this isn’t all that surprising, given that I’ve been playing in the snow and on the ice since before I could walk.

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