The snow cover was complete and a soft, cold crunch accompanied me along the way. There were few tracks in the snow: a meandering mountain tire, a person walking their dog, but mostly unbroken trail. A few geese circled overhead and landed in the nearby lake, undaunted by the snow or icy water. Two young deer, a doe followed closely by a buck, crossed the trail in front of me, more curious than afraid. All along the way I listened to the sounds of tires rolling over snow, ice and leaves.
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It was in Wyoming that I cut my teeth riding and racing singletrack. Many hours behind the shop counter paid for this habit. At some point along the trail the landscape has become a very integral part of who I am and let me tell you, many evenings and weekends have been heartily consumed in this process. I enjoy learning, painting and drawing, math, science and technology, and being outside on two wheels. And also delicious dark beer. Yum.