Crisp Morning on Galbraith

Crisp is code for froze my rear end again.  Didn’t even start until almost 6:30am, but even that was too early.  My fingers haven’t been that cold since I was a kid, who didn’t want to come in from sledding, but now I fancy myself as an adult and as an adult I should know better, or at least buy a newer warmer set of winter gloves.  Cold or not, riding of any kind is still more fun than most…Continue Reading