You need to register online at the link above, so I’m sending this out early in the week. I’m guessing that the link “photo competition” at the bottom of the page is where you’ll see photos. As of today it just links you to instructions to enter (for which it is far too late).
While it is below zero (Fahrenheit) today, it is time to order seeds and time to start seedlings indoors is approaching. If you’re not a gardener, you can just have a little vicarious summer in the midst of the cold (unless you live somewhere that talk of below zero temperatures sounds like a foreign language).
For those looking for photo details, the first photo was shot with a Nikon D5300 with 105 mm lens @ F22, 1/125 sec, ISO 5000, in natural light, in my back yard. The second was shot with an iPhone X, on New Year’s Day (from the Jenifer St footbridge over the Yahara River) at the beginning of the ride chronicled at: https://halffastcyclingclub.wordpress.com/2019/01/02/
It is 15 degrees F (approx -10 C). The sun is bright. The sky is a brilliant blue. There are no clouds. There is no wind. We have fresh snow, so the sun glints off of countless facets. It is the sort of day that those who don’t live in snowy climes may not be able to appreciate, and those who do often forget to appreciate.
As I rode home from the library, I began to ruminate over things I am thankful for (most, in some way, related to this blog). I am thankful for:
construction workers who work outside all day all winter long.
garbage trucks blocking the road so I can practice my cyclocross skills.
the lake near my house that becomes a massive and nearly private park in the winter. After skating on the street last Sunday, I skiied across the lake this Sunday.
Ally, Ed, and Steve – who turned a 105 mile slog through 40 degree (4 degrees C) rain into something do-able. While they claim misery loves company, company can also make it not misery, as evidenced by this smile at the end of that day. (Not to mention that we were even smiling for the picture.)
Steve (a different Steve) and Kevin, who stuck with me through thick and thin (and thinner) on a long and hard day in the heat and headwind.
Anders, who picked up a new helmet for me at the end of said long day, so I could ride again the next day.
the entire Cycle America staff, for handling the logistics so we could ride. A special shout out to Ed (a different Ed) for delightful surprises on the routes; and to Dan, who never met a hill he didn’t like.
the half-fast cycling club, including those I started riding with more than 40 years ago, and those I haven’t yet met.
the glaciers which all managed to miss the driftless area, making for great bike riding in the area of the Horribly Hilly Hundreds (and to HHH, as I just learned that I was selected in the lottery to ride this year).
icicles. Snow to sculpt.
EPSON MFP image
the Parks Department, for plowing the bike paths.
getting old. I’ve seen a lot of folks the past couple of weeks with broken ribs from slipping and falling on the ice. Many tell me how horrible it is to get old. I think it beats the alternative.