As much as I bemoan MidWest winters there are some lovely days and joyful rides.
I love the sound (or lack thereof ) after a new snow. All is quiet as we ride.
Though today is a joy ride, the competitor in me takes over. I find myself watching the fresh tracks in the snow -"Are we straight?" "Was that shoulder-in 2 or 3 tracks?"
The snow becomes the arena mirror I have always wanted and the drifts become cavaletti as Moose lifts his legs to get through.
With temperatures below freezing and snow all around spring season seems so far away...yet the training is never far from my mind.