I was trapped in my car Saturday, running errands and keepin' my spirit alive by listening to sweet, country acid-house gospel music from the Rev. D. Wayne Love and the First Presleyterian Church of Elvis the Devine. 
By the time I got home, I'd seen four people out riding.On road bikes. In December. In Anchorage.
It just wasn't natural.
Fortunately, I'd read a promising trail report the previous evening on the Speedway website, so I knew it was time to attend Sunday services at the Church of the Triple Chainring. So on Sunday, five other members of the congregation joined me in salvation from the howling, hellish depths of this evil, snowless winter.
The coastal ice was hard, the frozen silt was like velvet and the company was good.
Let's go back to church. Any day now, any way, any how.
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No snow yet here either, and none on the horizon. Just cold... I could ride the Tahoe Rim Trail in December, and that's a bit nutty!
Love the pics!
Finally, a church I could attend.
I know the feeling, I could use my regular work bike but I'm running my stumpjumper with the SnowCats and Nokion's so I can take the icy coastal trail home and enjoy something like winter biking, at least it's keeping the ninja-suited-no-light-running skiers and their unleashed dogs home.
Frozen silt riding looks fun! Before long you will be up to your armpits in snow drifts.
Rev. Tim, Is that what Heaven looks like?
I'm almost converted...
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