street ride in again but a fantastic ride home along the bike path. It probably would have driven many cyclists insane but I loved it at the end of such a long challenging day. There was light snow as the temperature was dropping and refreezing much of the water on the path, which was 8" deep or more at times. There were some sections that were a mix of ice, water, snow and slush. At times I was like an ice breaker literally cracking thick sheets of ice as I rode.

But then I stopped by some woods on this snowy evening and well... I can't help it. With many thanks to Robert Frost but he captured this moment so perfectly:

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.