After a few days spent with my slack turned blissfully up to 11, I woke up Monday morning with not one ounce of desire to lumber on what were either going to be extremely slushy trails or extremely icy trails. Either way, I knew I didn’t have the brain power to deal, so I didn’t. Giving up is so easy, I really should get back into the routine.
Fast forward to Tuesday morning…
Monday, 5:57 AM
After two days of rain and warmer temps, I was up early on Saturday morning, anxious to get out for a lumber on what I hoped would be ice-free trails. As you can see from the photo above, they were not.
The park lot was void of ice, but 99% of the trails were still solid ice. Microspikes were needed, and as I CLACK! CLACK! CLACKED! my way down the path to the trails, I was surely scaring every critter in a 5 mile radius, as well as disrupting the peaceful morning of the ice fisherman making his way out onto the ice to my left.