November Riding. Part 2.

Seems like I am falling into a nice pattern–riding every Saturday. My two daughters, 6 and 8, have tennis lessons on Saturday morning, and afterward we drop by an exceedingly busy Starbucks to jostle for a table, where we chow on doughnuts and egg sandwiches. Then we’re over the river and through the woods toContinue reading “November Riding. Part 2.”

November is Freaking Cold. Part 1.

This past weekend, I rode at a local hill called Green Mountain, which is ideal for November–and after the first snow of fall–as it’s open, treeless, and snow tends to melt from the trails quickly. I rode for around two hours, and let me say: it was awfully cold. My fingers and toes were numb;Continue reading “November is Freaking Cold. Part 1.”