40 miles of snow plowing

YIKES, well we all got the 7th worse one day snow storm in Dubuque ever this week, with 35 mph winds to boot. So mood, deep snow, and nursing some sore shoulders from flying off the bike a few times and jamming the shoulders, I did nothing but work, eat, and sleep all week.

So today I was destined to grind the pedals. It was all hard work to ride the snow mobile trails today. The middle of the trail was too soft and 4 mph was pushing the pace. I tried to ride the edge of the trail the best I could, the problem was there was lot of soft spots in the snow, my tire would drop down, and I would try to

keep from flying off the bike. There was a real thin line between hard and soft

Sometimes I managed to stay on the bike and sometimes I didn't. I got my arse whooped. I'm sore tonight, hurt'n to walk, hope I can get er up and do er again tomorrow. 40 miles today took over 6 hours. I hear there is some big football game tomorrow that everyone is supposed to watch. I'm thinking of biking if I can move. :-)

Sometimes you gotta rough it out here in the frozen tundra, however I decided "# 2" could wait.



I looked at myself in the mirror pushing my bike up a hill and asked myself, "Isn't this fun?" I didn't answer back.

As you can see by the next picture it's just beautiful out here, some of the snow mobilers were flying by me at frightening speeds. most of them are pretty good, slow down when we pass. I pull over when the trail is too narrow for both of us. I wave at each one. I consider this is their trail in the winter, and I am the guest. In the summer I am the owner.

Stopped and chatted with some of the endurance skiers and runners I see out here often, Mike and Annette and Tom and Mr. T. It's a common bond that just happens, birds of a feather I spose.

Hope your day had some fun in it too.

Thanks for stopping

DAve.