Had, honestly, a miserable ride at Bradley Palmer today. Spent most of the time pushing the bike through deepish snow. When I started it seemed the trails were semi-clear, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
I did get a chance to watch the ice on the river break up a little bit, and that was sort of mesmerizing and cool- but for riding, I'd keep your distance, for now, from BPSP.
My theory is that the snow is shaded by the trees and so doesn't see the melting we've seen over in Peabody and in other surrounding, less tree-lined, communities.
When I finally got to a road, it was a rain-saturated, uphill, dirt road. Sapped the legs a bit, and they didn't have a whole lot to start off with.
It can only get better.
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