Like floating on a squeaky cloud

We finally received some much needed snow last night, and awoke to a winter wonderland. Of course, Scout and I were out at our earliest possibility for a ride. The snow was powdery, and at the perfect consistency to squeak as it was compressed under the tires.

Riding over four or five inches of powder is terrific fun. I spent much of the time carving swooping arcs and figures into a pristine white blanket. For those of you who are traveling from other states to the NAHBS, the roads around here seem to be fairly good, but may become icy later in the day.

Fatbike and dog tracks. Note the indentations from my pedals.