I've already posted a BAM for December, but this is a better one, so you can have
it too.
My son had borrowd my fat-bike to be my minder on the WRT in August. We went to have our Christmas dinner with him and his family and while I was there I brought my fatbike home. How lucky was that, given that the snow has come?
This was still more of a dash-'n-crash bivvy, only 15 miles from home, but well, you know, there was snow on the hills...
Anyway, left home in the dark and pedalled up to Llandegla forest. Set up the hammock, cooked my dinner and went to bed. Now when I was setting up, there was not a breath of wind, but at some time in the night a slight breeze started. Unfortunately blowing straight under my tarp. Not a problem - until the snow started. I woke up to turn over and felt something wet on my face.
You don't get
that in a tent....
I wasn't cold or wet in my cocoon but the snow
was melting, hence the cold drip on my face. It was still dark - 6:30 or so - but there was no point in staying in bed to get my stuff wetter, so I dragged myself out of bed to find my boots had filled with snow. Cold wet feet. Lovely.
After porridge and eccles cake for breakfast it was time to push out for home. There was a lot more snow (but still not a huge amount) on the forestry tracks but enough to make it a bit of a slog going uphill. Sooo pretty though...
The good thing about riding to Llandegla is that it's nearly all downhill to get home. I was home for lunchtime. Big smile on my face.
Konia kują, żaba noge podstawia...