Chicagoland has seen a little over 17 inches of snow this month. What that means to trail riders such as myself is no riding trails, unless you are blessed with a fat bike that has studded tires. That’s not me.
BUT it has been dry since Sunday. Saturday night the temperatures shot into the high forties, causing us to wake up Sunday morning to a green Christmas. I went to bed looking at a white landscape, woke up to a clear yard. Monday was in the fifties. It has been colder since then, but not outrageously cold (at least for we people who are used to cold weather).
I waited until today. Waited until I thought it was safe to ride the trails. BLAM! I rode this afternoon and it was GREAT. Mostly clear trails, about half of them completely dry, the others damp enough to cover my back side with mud, as well as a spatter or two on my glasses. I don’t care. I got to ride.
Riding was fun, although after three weeks and the holidays had me a bit bleah on the trails. It was not a fast ride, but it didn’t need to be.