Winter came a month early. I enjoy the blanket of sparkling white and added challenge of biking a slippery path. It sure would have been great to rake the leaves up first, though. Oh well. The fiery fog and glowing hoar frost are beautiful just the same.
I am always excited to ride in the first snow but wasn’t expecting it for another month.
I told the kids not to expect a snow day. I was wrong.
It is still piling up.
Bike paths are quick to disappear when it snows. I’ve transitioned to slower sidewalk riding.
Skiers made a mess of my trail. Rude. Almost impossible to ride now.
Instead of the usual quick melt we’ve gone straight to a deep freeze, keeping our record November snowfall around a bit longer.
I love the fire mist, cold be damned.
I have to wade through snow in dress shoes for a backlit frost picture so you’d better love it.
“I need to prove I’m not the only crazy one,” I say as he passes.
“These conditions are terrible,” he answers.
“Oh, but it’s beautiful,” I call after him.
I am glad the ski ruts have been smoothed out.
Wautumn? I’m not sure what to call this season. I hope we get a chance to rake up our leaves.
It sure is great to ride this way each day.
Bumpy ice: not my favorite thing but no less the best way to get to work.