It's obviously white and it is a waterway so we're working with the correct components.
It's rough and difficult to ride in places. With the groundwater springs, drains, runoff and fast moving water making holes and thin ice and exposing rocks, it's whitewater.
We just started the ride and you can see the ice from a dozen slush crossing.
This is the best we'll get for a road sign.
Break downs. The ice is already causing problems.
Fat bikes are awesome!
Dude! What happened to your hat?
I'm mad! I dropped it in the slop.
I'm happy! I have a new hat!
We didn't make our goal to get to tonka but we got back before dark. It was touch and go at points with the water and break thoughts. I had to pin a busted chain and we both had frozen gears. I had wet feet from riding water up to my hubs. A testament to wool, my feet were comfortable yet I left foot prints on my wood floors when I got home.
On long personal challenges the last few miles are where you learn about yourself. Your tired, your gear is failing, your will to push is gone, the desire to quit is high. It's what separates adventure from the illusion of adventure. If your broken and want to quit and your mind is talking against you, don't quit.
It was a real good time and an great use of winter Whitewater even if it hurt.