Had the most lovely bike ride on Saturday afternoon. Four of us rolled out of the parking lot at White Clay about 2 in the afternoon with a few little flakes swirling about. About an hour later we were laying down the first waffle-prints in swiftly accumulating snow. White clay is lovely — groomed smooth and fast. Über-fun. Spent the rest of the weekend holed up watching movies in bed, which is it’s own kind of fun, too.

I promise I’ll write about something other than bicycles real soon now.

This is brilliant. The closer you look, the more complicated ‘cross gets.