We got a nice taste of winter on Wednesday, and luckily I had a 1/2 day of vacation I had to use. So I took the fatbike out for a stroll in some fresh powder. I love laying fresh tracks. The fattie was right at home in the snow and it was great to ride with nobody out on the trails. I love the smooth silence that riding on fresh snow brings. It's so peaceful. It was bitter cold by the end of the ride. I rode into the darkness and the temps quickly dropped to the low teens with the windchill around zero. It reminded me of Minnesota, but with a different view.