I trade knobby tyres for snowshoes, making the transition back from pedals to bipedalism and begin my walk on water. Snow is felt, heard, seen, ever-changing like the colors of the rainbow. Temperature drops, my breath like a whistle through my nose. I plod, prance, dance, spiraling upward, destination quite known. Skin soaks up sun, solar wind filling my sails.
Descent follows ascent.
I don snowskates and swish-swoosh south, seeking solitude in the snow. My body and mind and spirit and breath and posture and intention all blend and bend, spend and expend, but never end. And so it goes, one more day in the life of an adventure athlete.