After my snowy commute yesterday, I headed out with the Angry German for a romp in the fresh pow. If one is only going to get a single snowy day all winter, one should use the mountain bike to track up every bit of virgin ground. It was a hard, hard ride, with lots of hiking the climbs for lack of traction. But the unexpected waist-deep snow drifts, the terrifyingly unpredictable descents, and the semi-controlled slides around the corners left me feeling like a 10 year old with a sled on a snow-day. I don't think I've ever seen the Angry German so giddy (credit due: some of the photos are his).