I had my skis in the truck. I told myself stop being so one dimensional and do something other than ride your bike. Then I got an e.mail from Charlie B. The Res was rideable! Charlie is one tough old bird, but if he says it's ride-able, that's good enough for me.
Now skiing is okay. But I'd rather ride my bike. I'd rather ski than watch Price is Right, but not more than looking at porn. So if I can ride, that has got to be the choice.
Riding across my lawn, things seemed promising. Some extra effort, but this might work.
Then I got to the res.
What a cluster fuck.
Where there was fresh virginal powder riding was pretty good. You could cut through to the frozen base and grind it out. Problem was where skiers, hikers, and snowshoes had violated that purity, fucking trampled the trails, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition, it was unride-able. What made it so great for riding was also it's weakness; it was too fluffy to compact completely from the other users, so you'd be constantly breaking through and bogging down in semi-stiff, "soft-on" snow.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, share the trails, yeah yeah, yeah, but can't we have a little fucking order? Do you have to fuck up everything...for me?!
When I got to the fireroads Charlie was talking about, a truck had actually driven it so it was very easy riding (I don't believe that was the case when Charlie rode it), and probably could have laced together an alright loop, but at that point, I had had about enough.
Probably walked 2 miles.
We'll see if the fixed gear will seem more appealing than skiing.