When I arrived at Mt. Ashwabay, there was no car in the lot. From looking at the trail, there hadn't been anyone out before me, either. Could it be because of the -22 °C? Well, I was dressed for the conditions though I had to forget about the goggles pretty quickly. Kept them on, in the visor position, which I thin, deflected some of the wind. I did a straightforward route, deciding against the Deerpath trek around Mt. Ashwabay, because of its remoteness. Instead, Anchor-Seagull-Northern Lights-Lower Sugarbush-Abby Rd. Once I got going, I warmed up quickly. My left thumb got painfully cold when I stopped for a pic, didn't even remove gloves and mittens. Luckily, the thumb warmed up quickly again. When I got on the home stretch, I saw that at least one other skier was now out, fresh tracks. Then we encountered a skijorer and his dog, looked like the dog rather wanted to return to the car. Of note: had icicles growing on my eyebrows!
A good month since we switched SD cards and about 3 months for the batteries. I was impressed that both cameras were still operating in the current conditions. Coyote and deer were the only animals captured. Deep winter is always a slow time.
XC Skiing Skijor30:20 7.89 km (3:51 / km) +81m3:39 / km ahr:150 max:164 shoes: Atomic Worldcup Skate '11
After -25 C this morning, the temps edged into the mid teens below, downright balmy. Since Roux had done so in the cold well when heading out to the back 40, I decided to give skijoring a try. Pleasantly surprised when I found the trails groomed and the track set. Alas, not so on Jolly Long, which I had hoped to do. We started down, the track had been set but the skate deck had 5-10 cm of fluff. We went up Skid Road and reconnected with Abby's, heading to the Sugar Bush Cabin. Roux did great, could not tell that it was around -15 C. Glad we went out and in spite of the fun, Roux was glad to be back in the well heated house.
The sun was shining, the lake was frozen, I had to just try it. Headed towards Madeline Island. Snow near shore was soft and deep, but as soon as I got out of the lee of the trees, windblown snow was sintered into a solid surface, with a few spots where glare ice, so clear that I could gage the thickness from the cracks. Because of this variability in conditions, my progress was rather gingerly, not wanting to wipe out. But having the rather strong wind in my back was rather comfortable. However, it made me leery of going all the way across, because I'd have to face this wind on the way back. Turned around and did experience that fierce cold wind, even resorted to zig zagging so I would get a break. But made it back in one piece and without frostbite.