Oh boy! My first snow ride! My mechanic and riding buddy Steve K and I went riding in Idyllwild, down the Ernie Maxwell Trail.
The snow was about 2-3 inches deep in most places, and although for us San Diegans it was a very brisk 34° F, the wind was hardly blowing which made the temperature seem mild.
Me crossing the stream.
There is something magical about looking down and seeing snow in your tires and hearing the crunch of ice as you ride along in the stillness of the late morning. Your nose is cold and the air is crisp, and right at that moment, there is no place you would rather be.
Steve on the trail.
Me coming down the stairs.
My faithful steed. I love this bike.
The colors of the manzanita tree were particularly beautiful offset by the snow.I'm so glad we went to Idyllwild. Although we were only there a day, it was time well-spent. There's great riding year-round, friendly people, and beautiful scenery.
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