Thanks

There have only been a few rides, I've been on, where nature was putting on such a stunning display.
The disc of the sun was overhead filtered by grey and white clouds. Flakes of white were slowly floating to the ground, not only collecting on us, but also on bare and pine laden branches, golden-brown dormant stems, fences in disrepair and stop signs. Hoar frost had angularly crystallized where flakes hadn't accumulated, giving all things a fairytale look. This magical landscape accompanied us through tree lined roads, along lakes, over rolling hills and as-far-as-the eye-can-see vistas. We were unaware of the spell that had been cast on us slowing our pace and silencing our cycling jargon. Journeying with some of my best friends only made this scape more fascinating and enjoyable. 60/16.0