Maybe Maybe Maybe
It was in the plans for today. A bike ride, that is. Despite the cold weather hovering just above freezing, fields still covered in snow, muddy gravel roads. Not a fan of cycling in those conditions, but maybe today I would...once I got the rest of the day settled and completed, including the all important mid-day nap. Maybe then my bike would call to me for a short ride down the road to look at the snowy fields and mountains before yet another blanket of snow began to fall in the wee hours. Maybe.
Imagine my surprise when 4 o'clock came with no more excuses other than it was time to head down the driveway for a short tour of the snowy world outside my windows.
I had wondered if my local gravel road had sustained any icy downhill patches that, maybe, would have been excuse enough for me to abbreviate my ride with an "oh, well, better luck next time" u-turn back home. However, today's somewhat-cold-yet-not-below-freezing temperature had managed to dissuade any ice from remaining on the road, so I was left with quite a nice byway substantially dry with only a muddy pothole scattered here and there.
It was actually quite pleasant since I kept my speed down to tourist level; i.e. barely above walking pace. Plus I had dressed warmly: thermal hat, gloves, neck warmer, etc. You know... the works. Even down to shoving an extra set of thermal gloves in my pocket, just in case. Not a soul passed me for the next 7 miles. With the exception of several small groups of grazing horses, some decked out in the latest equine turnout fashions while others were presented
au naturale, I had the snowy landscape all to my own.
I paused once to overlook a languid stream thinking maybe there would be some ice clinging to the rim of the rocks semi-submerged in the near frigid waters. But the stream shared the same ice-free status of the road, and so I moved on in no more of a hurry than the stream I had just passed.
At the end of the road I debated maybe doing a complete 8 mile loop tour of the block, but the uncertainty of the gravel road conditions out of sight, and the lasagna that my hubby had in the oven that he promised would be done upon my return, were enough for me to decide that the trip "down the road and back" was good enough. Despite my fingers starting to tingle from the cold, and my toes beginning to feel sorta like toe-shaped ice cubes, I felt energized and happy as I toured back the way I had come, enjoying the chilly snowbound countryside in reverse. I arrived home just as the lasagna was coming out of the oven. Could not have timed things more perfectly.
I would have to wait at least a full week before I would venture out with the bike again. A fresh new coating of snow was due overnight to replace the tired old snow from the prior day, and the temps were slated to drop well below freezing for the rest of the week. Maybe just enough cold to rim the local streams with a crystal frame of clear ice.
Maybe I better find my super warm mittens for my next ride. I suspect I'll be needing them.