Thought I'd worn my goggles and ski helmet for the last time, but the below zero wind chill and single digit actual temp got me reaching into the closet. Ice on the trails was unyielding as it had been ultra-harden by the frigid temps. Evil's studs had a hard time holding on to the rock solid ice.
The cold slowed me down and wore me out fast. 8 when I left, 6 when I got home, wind chill at -11.
Trails were filling up with the drifting snow. Had to push Evil a couple of times. 20/12.8
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The only thing I've seen similar to that lately is the frost inside my refrigerator, thank goodness.
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