“For this relief much thanks. ‘Tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart. ” -Shakespeare
Had to squeeze in another quick one today. Not so much for time management reasons, though that is primary, but also for lack of desire and proximity of trails.
I’m here in Elwood, Utah. Not that I didn’t make some valiant attempts at trail location, but sometimes you just end up SOL. Maybe I will have better luck tomorrow. We shall see.
For today I took Trinity (since the boys wanted to stay at Grandma’s). We drove down to the Bear River, and turned into the boat drop-in. What is that called? Surely there is a technical name for it. The Put-in? The Drop Slot? The Boat Slide? Hmm….
Anyhoo, we followed this little road which follows the river shore for perhaps a 1/4 mile before it dead-ends. The road to the boat ramp (ramp? Is that the right term? Ponderous.) was complete ice. Even in 4×4 we drifted with each alteration of the wheel. Turning down the track we bounced along the rough-packed trail. At the dead-end we hoped out to take some pix and slide around on the ice.
Much as I try and dominate my children in proper Mormon-mommy fashion, I couldn’t restrain my daughter from sliding around on the ice face-first like a penguin. I even got a couple cute pix of her doing so. She asked me to try, too, but….yeah.
The unfortunate thing is this: I am stressed beyond recent reckoning. Usually my little trail experiences, short as they may be, alleviate some of this angst. But today I am still as frustrated and pressured as I have ever been. I think- and this is sick to imagine so if you are of weak stomach don’t read further- but I might actually find a little relief riding on the bike trainer.