Ok, Ok...I get it....

The snow came back. Apparently both here and Ontario! We are up to our ankles in frigid snow, and my tires should get a workout or which they were designed. Its cold, its winter and its building in intensity....

There we go. Winter in the North, and snow as the piece de resistance.


I am about to venture into the realm of backcountry skiiing these days - avalanches beware, I am out to avoid you.

T

Snow.....snowhere to be seen

Yup, its gone. I'm left biking along with metal studs gripping at fresh bare pavement. If I take them off, it will snow. If I leave them on, it wont. I believe none of that baloney, but of course I think it.

So, tomorrow I take them off and return my summer tires to the rotation.

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We (I) just got back from the Vancouver International Mountain Film Festival on its rounds up here in PG and whadda ya know - an amazing film about the plight of the Siberian Tiger that brought a tear to my eye (eventually to my lip, chin and then the floor) as it is caught between being poached to sustain impoverished townspeople and being forced to extinction through emaciation from lack of food courtesy of the logging industry and fragmentation. Also on the list was a short film about skiing - bah. We must move away from simple minded films espousing the "look at me do something totally normal" attitude of superiority - this is the time for fascinating and philosophically relevant films to make an appearance. I get UFC plenty; I get "watch me kick this locker everyday; I get it all - I want something worthy of admiration. Watching you ski down a hill to hip hop music defies my ability to give even cadenced applause. However, overall this evenings showing, minus some technical glitches, was wonderful. A rock climb in Scotland (it honestly needed subtitles....totally incomprehensible!), ice climbs throughout Quebec (too much dick wagging machismo, but a touching ending) and a subtle commentary on life to wrap it up on the ski lift. Overall, a grand event. That was tonight. Now I sit with wine and time - too early for bed and too late to do anything - the perfect time to douse my neurons with Carl Sagan and his words....to Cosmos I go.

Goodnight!

Snow

Snow has come.

It is here.

My winterized studded tires are tested.

They pass.

I likes.

Me bike in snow.