It was a spectacular morning.
Up and over Hawk Ridge, wondering
why no one else was out and about.
Loose spokes and puncture, nothing like a little cold fingered bike repair in the woods.
Fast forward another 24 hours.
Does anyone know where this is?
It's Hwy 61, never hear of Arthur Rohweder before. Neither had I.
road to Brighton Beach was just a bit more ice than I anticipated! Slid about 15 feet on glaze ice that was so slick and clean I did not even get my jacket dirty.