"the hounds of hell...

were nipping at my heels and my friends were nowhere to be found!" so sayeth the unicorn upon its return from the depths of the snow covered abyss. last night's ride was an absolute riot. wes joined myself, spinner and ogara as we headed out for some snowmobile trails on the advice from a guy who just knows. the trails started out absolutely perfect. the closest i've come to true mountain biking in the winter. crazy hard climbs, super fast decents, squirrely stuff, drops, small jumps, lots of bike handling skills required. eventually we got into some stuff that really kinda sucked though. a fair amount of walking and then we had to make a decision...we knew it was time to be heading back to town and we had a general idea where we were so we thought we'd be smart and NOT follow the snowmobile trail signs and rather follow some tracks that we thought would prove to be a short cut. and this is the point in the story when we first meet the hounds of hell. the opening quote of this post was copied word for word after one of our companions ventured down a path that apparently we weren't meant to go down. more wandering, more wondering...when are the dogs coming, when will the shotguns come out, should we turn out the lights and sneak through this christmas tree farm, how do i keep from crashing every ten feet and falling down through three feet of powder, why didn't i top off my flask before the ride, how can we be lost when we can actually see town from here? anyway, hoping to get back out on the same trail again today if i have time before work. looks like scotty's gonna be here all weekend and kent will be up tomorrow so plenty of gravel this weekend and its likely to be sloppy if the weather does what they say its going to. and lastly...yes, jeff's new bike is stupid light. almost under 16 lbs. here's a picture of jesse proving just how happy he is for jeff...