I’m home, I’ve had a nice, hot, long shower, a nap, am wrapped up in my bathrobe and think I have finally defrosted enough to describe what I did today.
A friend texted me last night – he and his wife were planning to bike up Cypress mountain today, and wondered if I wanted to join them? I checked the Cypress web page for the conditions – it was -2C at 8:30 that morning, and the snow making was going well. But the forecast was for sun, and I figured it would get above freezing by mid-day, so why not?
I checked the forecast once last time before going to bed. Now it was rain. Rain + mountain in November = , well I didn’t want to think about it – but the thing about a ride is the best ones have to be epic. There has to be a story you can tell, and this one would almost certainly live up to that.