You know there is some nasty bullshit ahead when hikers, who aren't even technically on the same path as you, are yelling at you (while you're still riding) that "It's really icy down there!"
Turns out, they were right! Despite a heavy snowstorm a week ago along with a couple of 50 deg days, it was as if it had snowed yesterday. The snow was 3 or 4 inches deep in some areas, but the big issue was the footprints of hikers that had compacted the snow underfoot and turned most of the trail surface into a washboard of icy footprints, with some patches of snow mixed in for traction. Kind of like riding in a muddy cow pasture that had just frozen - slow, bumpy progress. It was one of the only times that we would have liked some fat, studded tires.
No matter, we are badasses. And as badasses, we overcome all obstacles. We blazed a path of destruction up to the staircase, and promptly snapped its icy, snow-covered wrist. Up and down multiple times on camera. Want proof? Here you go. So, as Turbonegro sez, "Get It On."
We were short on time, and made it back just as the sun set. From there, Mason had to go take care of business, and I went to a party with some of my friends:
Once that trail starts to melt, it'll be a sloppy, disease-infested, sewage-pipe of a trail surface.
In other news, I have glorious plans related to our road-riding future. It involves a route that will stretch roughly 125 miles of good local roads, one of which might see you poking your head north of 60 mph. Yeah.