Low 20s this morning, 30F coming home. Yesterday's freezing rain set the MUP up nicely, consolidating the last week's worth of fresh snow into hardpack for a nice, fast ride, despite the two inches of fresh that fell throughout the day.

Stopped by the store after class, and just as I was taking off from the bike rack I heard someone shrilly exclaim, "Oh my god, isn't that really dangerous!?" Looking over my shoulder, I saw a young woman looking incredulously at me, slowly shaking her head with this total wtf expression on her face. I wanted to stop and point out that I was probably safer riding my bike through the snow on the back streets and the MUP than she was trying to teeter her way across the parking lot in her high-heeled boots through the same snow, but more than that I wanted to get back to riding, so I just shrugged at her and rode off.

Trail was in such great shape that I added a few miles onto the homeward leg, rode out past the lagoon and out to Earthquake Park along the Coastal Trail, and wound my way home through the Turnagain backstreets. Had two positive dog interactions on the trail (I know, wtf, right?!), got a cheer from the pee-wee hockey team that was out playing at the lagoon (on account of the spoke lights, I guess; kids do love 'em), and somehow made it home alive.