Got out for a nice little snowshoe today, high of -6 meant too cold for a bicycle train day.
Snow is deep, this is at 2,000 ft. Should of seen it at 4,000 ft.
Gotta love having this right in your backyard.
So I was just walking along this slope, minding my own business. And BAM I hit a patch of ice, landed on my ass and slid down a hill, luckily stopping before the clif. Last time I slid down a hill on my ass I was greeted by a sharp rock on my right cheek, there was blood, there was pain and there was laughing from the others.
After I slipped, slid down the hill and almost went off a cliff, I figured why not try and do a snowshoe slide? Of course where a cliff wasn't present.