Put your hat back on. You'll catch your death of cold.
Lake Ontario contributed its usual to our snowfall here this year. But those cold snaps (I noticed they stopped calling them polar vortices this year) gave us more, and a couple of the coastal storms reached this far inland too. As a result, we had record snowfall in February. There was one day where I figured I'd take the bus, but they called a snow day so my record is intact. Ordinarily I can get out for weekend rides once or twice in February, but not this year.
But here we are at the end of March. I took my studs off later than ever before. There's still plenty of snow around. Yesterday I tried a three-mile section of the MUP, and had to hop off and push the bike through snow for a hundred feet or so on three separate occasions. I bailed after a mile and went back to the streets.
On nice days I'm still on my 10-mile winter loop instead of the 16-mile long loop to work. So it's the second consecutive month that I've missed my mileage goals.
Let me tip my hat instead.
I grew up in Lowville just off the Tug Hill Plateau and my mom and sister now live just north of Syracuse. We didn't get as much snow as Tug Hill did but we would still get a lot. Being near that first real elevation increase east off the lake we would get a substantial amount of snow every year. I thought that much snow was normal and was surprised to find out it was abnormal for other wintery places. I love those snowy winters and would trade the over the dreary gray rainy mist here for them. But I might not trade the nice sunny days away.