So this is X-mas.. or almost anyway. The first Sunday of four to come before BC-day. And still no snow. I definitely think that a re-post of the crow story is called for.
On a slightly different note, the clouds had the courtesy to drift elsewhere and present an extraordinarily beautiful November sky yesterday. That sky in combination with the return of the Duracell bunny of course meant that I had to throw my excuses in the bin and get my sorry ass up on the saddle again. It turns out that horizontal rain followed by temperatures below freezing makes the forest heavenly beautiful, and the trails slippery as hell. I felt like Danny MacAskill. Well not really. To be honest, I more felt like Bambi on ice.