I have lived in Minnesota for 10 years. In Wisconsin for 7 before that, and in South Dakota for 11 before that. These are all states with 4 seasons. States with a very distinct winter. And especially Minnesota. While some years I’m not quite on board, I’ve learned to love winter. I’ve learned to love playing and watching hockey, ice skating outside on frozen lakes, taking walks through a foot of snow, playing broomball in -40 windchills at 9 pm. To say goodbye to winter for 2 years is kind of sad, so I have used the last three weeks to really take in all the winter I could, both on my bike and on my feet.
It was my first winter biking, something I’ve talked big game about for the last two years and then chickened out on. It turns out, it’s far more intimidating than it deserves. Because I was only going to be biking into January, and winter came so late, I didn’t want to invest in a different bike or different tires. I just take it slow, and work that core to stay balanced!
Marty is all about the #winterwalks, so when we went to his cabin earlier this week, we traipsed out in the woods. We followed the paths that deer had made, but never actually found any deer.
It was really fun seeing all the tracks in the snow. We definitely found deer tracks, rabbit tracks, lots of bird (probably pheasant) tracks, and what we think was coyote. Marty’s brother had been at the cabin the week before, and left us a nice surprise in the form of a snowwoman in the middle of nowhere.