Though New England has had astonishingly — and, to some, though not me, depressingly — little snow this season, the abundant snowmobile trails in the Green Mountains remain decent fun. A little powdery loose, a windy day, too cold to stop but for a quick snack. Four hours and back to the alehouse.
I wonder if anyone has ever considered spending a winter in a broken down bus.
With my Pugsley still missing parts and waiting to be shipped for repaint and drilling, I suffered on a skinny-tired 29er. Ironic, I know.