(snow accumulation while we dressed)We did a short and freezing, soggy loop then returned to meet B. The wintery mix let up while he kitted, and soon we were back out in the elements; climbing into crunchy snow, then bombing back down into rain, crashing through swollen streams and frozen brush resistant as linebackers.
After changing out of water logged layers we returned to the Knot, that now gave us a proper reception.
If you weren't there last night you might now know what it looks like to sauce a chickenbake, french fry taco.
The FT3 Fat Tuesday Working Group proposed to the Knot Hole staff* that we repeat last year's arrangement, where we grill hot dogs in the parking lot and drink our own beers. They enthusiastically supported the idea. We'll see what the weather holds, but plan on hurricanes, short ride, maybe some trail work, and parking lot bonfire.
*Mother Rye was at the Casino.