Should we call it a date? How sweet is the rare opportunity to ride with my husband. A single speed mission starting up Vision. It is snowing but too warm so considered rain by the time it reaches my nose. First sprint is on Hawthornden as Bill decides to take the wrong way upper line in the divided straight away. So, of course, I had to take the correct steeper line but beat him to the merge (which I did). Then a quick right and left past the tennis courts and I got the holeshot on the little singletrack too! He laid it down for me on the climb as usual though.
Where to on this wet and muddy day? For once we don’t have a rush. Gma is happily laughing at DD. We decide to stay in the dirt and go as deep as we can. A few horses just ahead of us detour the first turn towards the bottom so we continue to ascend. The chime of voices on the next pause send us racing through the Euc grove through ripping burms. We press forward to that lovely descent that leaves your spirit at the top of the mountain while we float through the crowd along the creek on the way back on the flat. We are muddy but the smiles on our speckled faces brush away any remorse for our venture. It is good to refresh the soul a week before the New Year.