I'd figured I was on my own, but when I woke up this morning there was this housebound, cry for help, "what are we gonna do today??" text message on my phone. From John, of course.
So two dudes, one fatbike, one pair of snowshoes. How could this work? The solution came to us in about 5 seconds: We would drive up and each take one mode of transportation and go our separate ways. Then, after a set amount of time, we would meet up again, and swap modalities. Easy peasy.
Upon arriving, John headed out on snowshoes . . .
and I on bike . . .
|Sweet helmet hair, dude.|
I've now decided that a frozen pump track sesh on the 1st day of 2013 is a must, so I'm headed out this New Year's Eve to finish shoveling the track. See ya tomorrow with some pump track pics to wrap up this 12 days gig, if all goes as planned. Be safe tonight.
|Old-school ski/binding at Bear Creek Lodge. As in the kind I grew up on. Oy.|