One afternoon we decided to take advantage of my husband’s day off and take a quick ski on the frozen river that is our town’s namesake. As we were loading up, he impulsively decided to throw the new (old) bike in and ‘maybe give it a try’.
Which quickly transformed our peaceful river ski into bike-joring. And of course a spontaneous ski v. bike race.
It’s always frostier down along the river. When we came to a bit of open water we called a retreat (much to the relief of this one).
And headed home for dinner and a fire.