Lemond Chambery/Cannondale R-900/Trek 8000 MTB/Burley Duet tandem
Little Bit-O-Snow on GMR Today
Well, my plan was to ride SART in the rain on my MTB. A little something different but then Eyemage calls and asks if I'd be interested in a GMR run since it's not s'posed to rain at abotu 1 pm. Huh, no rain on GMR? Heck, let's go for it anyways, I'm ready for rain on knobbie tires!
So we're at the start and no rain, Pfft! Bummer. We're riding up higher when Eyemage points out the rain from a distance, it's coming! We hit Newman's Saddle (6 miles up) and it's freezing. Still the entire ride to the shack and no rain, bummer. Just as I lay down my bike Eyemage says it's snowing. Snow, I wanted rain but snow? Heck, I thought Eyemage was done with his busines sbu the went back for seconds and I was off. We were at the shack for about 2 mintues, no more.
Light snow at the start of the descent but man, snow hurts the eyeballs. Next thing I know, hail! Hurts but no problem.. Then BAM, bunch-o-hail! Ow, now that hurts haha! Then more snow, then rain, then hail but we escape with our lives.
Nex thing I know I see some dude coming up on a roadbike, not quite yet in the storm but it's freaking freezing at this point. I'm thinking I should warn this dude (as Eyemage did moments earlier) but after a good look, it's Hillbasher. I know the dude is nuts (and alwsys well prepared) so I let him ride by with a greet.
The last few miles down were also freezing with the wind and all. But we lived and managed to make our way back to The Habit for some goodies and some classic Eyemage interview haha!
Head up GMR in the rain, hail, and snow. Hadn't been on the bike since mid November, so I figured it was time for a ride. Left the house about 2 PM. Looking West as I headed up to GMR, I could see the rain heading my way, but hoped I could beat it up and back to the house. Wrong. It started raining about half way up, and then turned to hail soon after. Just below Newman's Point, I came across Beanz and Eyemage, but as cold as it was, I said hi and kept on pedaling. If I had stopped to talk, there was no way I would make the top. By the downhill section around mile 7, it was snowing for real. Not hard but coming down. When I got to the shack, in the time it took me to put on some wind pants and a dry shirt, it snowed at least an inch. Have never seen it snowing that hard, especially that low in elevation. It came down so hard you could no longer tell my jacket was red. I crawled down the hill, stopping once to try and warm up my hands, but didn't have much luck. Pics below were taken when I first got to the shack. By the time I left, you could no longer see the ground. Lucky for me the road was warm enough that it didn't build up too bad while I was there. EXTREMELY SLOW COLD ride back down.
It was an unforgettable GMR ride. The hail was a blast, quite literally. Leaving the shack, on the exposed part of GMR, it felt like ice pellets were being shot at me. Once you mentally get past the craziness of it all, there was almost a calm tranquility to the snow fall when we stopped.