Between bitterly cold weather and work and family obligations the chances to ride lately have been few and far between. We’ve had beautiful snow just inviting me to ride through it since Sunday.

Finally, today I was able to sneak in a half hour. It was a picture perfect riding day: 30 degrees, no wind and about a foot of untouched fluffy snow on the ground.

I was glad of the snow. Freedom was itching to be naughty and full of energy. The snow made it easy. I didn’t have to fight him, I just let him go. Half an hour wasn’t long enough to really tire him out, but it took the edge off and got the kinks out.

As for our perfect field of untouched snow? Its pristine surface is no longer. Instead, it tells the story of a glorious winter ride.