Fat-bike this winter.
Trying new things can be hard, and I'm guilty of new-thing-trying apprehension all the time, most recently concerning smartphones—I was a late convert and often wish I could switch back. I'm the same way about my outdoor pursuits, holding on to what I know until faced with undeniable evidence that change is necessary. My unwillingness to try fat-biking is the current case in point.
And I've been resistant to this why...?
Early-season powder turns.
Last week, I made my first turns of the ski season. Rising around 5am, I drove up Bridger Canyon, pulling into A Lot around six. I slid into my boots and slapped on my skins. I double-checked my gear and started up the hill.
It was overcast and snowing lightly, but temps were in the 20s and before long I was shedding layers. I got into a rhythm and made good time to the base of the Alpine chair. While I thought I'd be elbowing my way through other skiers, I'd been alone since leaving the base area. Every once in a while, I'd catch a whisper on the wind, but all in all, I climbed on in silence.
 | © 2000-2017 Outside Media Group, LLC Powered by BitForge |
