Sorry, nothing exciting here.
Just a chance to illustrate the joy that is commuting in winter on the German trail system.
Imagine pushing a 22lb bike (and a substantially heavier carcass) through 5-6″ of soft snow, with drifts of 10-12″. And occasionally deep ruts from cross country skiers and walkers that grab the front wheel and launch it in random directions. Just imagine.
Honestly, this is the nice stuff.
It’s the roads where they refuse to plow, but dump salt on top of the 4-6″ of snow, turning it into a slushy, chunky mess, that I can do without.
Regardless. It’s beautiful.
And when I reach a section that launches me off the bike, I make sure to stop and absorb the surroundings.
And enjoy the peacefulness of an empty, dark forest.