Where have I been?
I'm not entirely sure, but it has been fun.
Biermag offered to watch Little wRider this evening, so LoL and I connected and caught up with a Thursday night shop right. Good to see LoL, it had been a while and I've had a
blog warming gift sitting on my workbench for him for the past couple of weeks.
He started up a fine little
blog a while back, and this seemed like an appropriate gift:
He's got some good stuff
over there do yourself a favor and check it out.
More than once in recent weeks Little wRider has protested when I begin to prepare for a cross country ski outing, requesting instead that we "go ride bikes in the woods." Who am I to argue with a request like that from a two year old?
So of course we go ride bikes in the woods.
It should also be obvious that I use the term 'ride' loosely. Regardless, it's tough to beat an afternoon of bike related goofiness in the woods.
The Little One is learning at a young age that there is plenty of hike-a-bike involved in winter riding. So far he seems to be okay with it.
Cousin Rye N disappeared to Jamaica for a few weeks on what he claims is a work related trip, so Biermag and I wasted no time commandeering his Fatback and riding it plenty. When the riding as good as it's been a bike like this should not sit idle.
Little has also developed an affection for rides on the back of the Big Donkey, or the "Backwards Bike" as he calls it. His logic, as he explained it to me was that having handlebars behind the seat is backwards, therefor it is "The Backwards Bike." I added a bit of titanium to the Donkey to give Little a more stable platform. Rides have mostly been super slow and mellow, back and forth to the playground, but he and I both couldn't be happier.
Of all the people I know I can't think of anyone who might enjoy a fatbike more than GSC, but up until recently he did not own one, and had only ridden them very briefly. Well it warms my heart to know that he took the plunge, and I had the pleasure of riding with both him and SHeck on a recent weekend.
GSC said something mid-ride along the lines of "I had no idea . . ." which I took to mean that he was very much enjoying his new, fat set of wheels.
Crickett the dogg approves of GSC's new dog walking machine.
Sheck borrowed LoL's Moonlander for the day, and rented herself a Fatback the following weekend. Call me crazy, but I don't think it will be long before she's rolling a fatty of her own.
The Iditarod rolled through town last weekend, and it just so happens that the finish of the first day, ceremonial run ends just a few short miles from our house.
A few years back GSC stuck an bbq grill on an old pair of skis and dubbed it Paco. I inquired into Paco's availability for the Iditarod and a small crew was quickly assembled for some sausage grilling and mushing watching.
Biermag was kind enough to tow Paco to the trails, much to the delight of numerous spectators, leaving me free to tow Little wRider in his Chariot.
Grilling sausage on a bluebird day in Alaska just about one of the finest ways I can think of to spend an afternoon.
One driver drove right off the road and into the soft shoulder trying to capture a photo much like this one on our way home from the Iditarod start. A grill on skis works out much better than one might initially think.
On one of my rides home recently I was pondering how few moose I have seen in the past month or two. Well below average for up here. Well it wasn't too much later that I heard a klunk outside and looked out to see that this guy had knocked one of my shovels over. There was a deck railing between us, but had I been inclined it would have been very easy to give him a pat on the nose.
I think that covers most of the good times from around here in the recent past, I'll try to stay a bit more on top of this blogging thing as turn the corner from winter to spring.
