Every time I awake to discover a fresh layer of Aput that child in me is happy. Some people liken it to Qana on Christmas but I... wait, you're not Inuit and I'm already leading into a long read about how the Inuit have 50 words for snow. Well they don't! They have what everyone has for water. Think about all the words that just describe water. River, creek, stream, brook, canal, lake, pond, pool, puddle, spill, drop, dew, moisture, mist, vapor, steam, clouds, fog, frost...glacier , iceberg, growler, icicle, slush, sleet... Lets not beat that anymore. Qana is 'falling snow' and Aput is 'fallen snow'. I awake to find a lot of Aput and I get geared up and go. My plan is to turn 6 hours and I hope 60 miles on the bike.
I can follow the trail if it's boxed in by trees but I don't know the trail and I get lost and have to read the map and all the blowing Qana makes that difficult. I can manage about 9 mph. I allow a few wrong turns in the name of exploration. This tunnel is one of the discoveries.
I make my way to this very nice 'Pump-n-Go'! I'm kidding, I don't have the Packraft but I kick myself a little because it would be awesome. It's maybe 11am.
Cutting through isn't bad. I flatten the tires to get a bit more grip and manage about 8 mph.
The trail closes down as the heavy snow pulls trees lower and lower. My speed is still slowing and I'm close to 6 mph after 4 hours of riding.
It's deep enough by 2 pm that I shovel it with each foot as I peddle.
3 miles later and I was blazing new trail at 4 mph. It was a slog and I was losing the sun fast. Sure I have a headlamp but the trails are getting bad and riding on the road is suicide. I start working out a direct route to home. The only option is to finish my planned route to Saint Paul and then home. That's 20 miles or at my current pace, 5 hours. It's already 5pm. I have everything I need for that. Food, lights and cash for a coffee shop if needed.
I stop to rest under an overpass for a snack but the snow deepens to my axles as soon as I cast off.
I start the day excited about aput but piqsirpoq, drifting snow, and qimuqsuq, a snowdrift, end my day and on that Tavvauvusi (goodbye).