After we got off the train, we took a cab to get to the car rental place. We picked up our rental car and took the historic, scenic Columbia River drive towards Mt Hood.
It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel. So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial…
As I begin this post about what I love about Minnesota winters, it’s 5 degrees fahrenheit outside, with a real feel of -13, thanks to wind gusts up to 32 mph.
Last week I took a couple days off so I could have a four day weekend to work on a few writing/get organized projects. For all the time I spent at my computer, I still felt like I got very little done.
When I describe to people why I love my fat bike, I say things like “It makes me feel like a tank, buzzing slowly, but impressively, along.”
King of the manure heap
Queen that climbs
Princesses that tussle and spin
Woman who rides