We have finally gotten some snow in Illinois. Enough to stop a fatbike, in spots.
In other spots,the snowmobiles have made slightly firmer trails that offer easier going.
But from time to time, there is still walking.
Bonus points if you can ID that nose/beard.
I’ve been getting to watch how a set of Escalators dominates the snowfall…
And of course, there are always Endos and Larrys.
This week saw a lot of varied conditions. Wednesday night, the snow was damp and thick. It made perfect snowballs, resulting in a lot of off-the-bike amusement. It also offered heroic levels of traction–if you could keep pedalling, you could keep going. We were riding 6-8″ deep snow without stopping. I was running about 7psi (high for me), and still had no problems.
Saturday morning (the above pics are from Sat), the snow was hard and crusty. I was able to run on top of the crust quite a bit, at around 4.5-5psi. If you broke through, it turned powdery underneath and there was no traction to be had in the deeper stuff. Jumping up and down gets you through for a bit, but isn’t a permanent solution.
I know Eskimos have a multitude of words for snow, in the same way that my parents, who are farmers, have a multitude of words for different soil conditions (crusty, clumpy, crumpy, slabby, lumpy, slumpy, etc.). I need to start learning some of them. There is more to snow than just powder, slush and crust.
This morning, I first hit the gravel for some Barry-Roubaix training miles, and then went out to a forest preserve and did some fresh tracks. I also hit another preserve and rode some cross-country skiing trails. It’s dark at 5am.
Saw this coming up over the horizon, and knew it was time to head for home.
I think I like this shot better.
I ended up doing about 20 miles this morning, in 2 hours. A lot of that was middle-chainring effort in deep-ish, crusty snow, working on holding a lot of resistance in a hard-ish gear. I know the hills of Michigan are right around the corner, and I want to be ready.