Four degrees and nine miles slogging through the snow on my mountain bike to work

Felt so good riding in, that sun and the cold on my face. Not the least amount of wind, just raw cold and crisp sun. I know everybody must think I’m nuts riding in on the snow-covered bike path and the ice roads, but it feels so good and saves a $1.30 bus fare at least one way, that is until we get enough sun in the evening to ride through the South End and bike trail mostly not in the pitch blackness. I know saving a bus fare won’t buy the SuperDuty or the off-grid homestead on it’s own, but it sure leaves me feeling pumped when I get in the office – and when I can ride home – feeling great in evening. I like the rawness of cold and sunshine on my face. It connects me back to the woods, even if it’s just a commute to work. Frees me from the bus, much less driving. And it’s great.