1. Nighttime temperatures stay above freezing and 50 deg. F feels like t-shirt weather.
2. The snow gets too slushy to xc ski.
3. Five-month-old dog poop becomes visible as the snow melts from the yard.
4. The Chinook winds blow across the alpine snowpac.
And finally, the geese return to the river as the current swells and the ice begins to break up.
I do sooooo love the change of seasons in the North country. Except the dog poop part. And it seems that this change of season happens overnight. It's been a few days now with temps in the 40's and 50's and I feel like a caged animal that has been released from capture. I put the splash fenders on my old mountain bike and went for a cruise on the wet and sloppy roads. Like a kid again, I purposely splashed through the puddles and pot holes and sucked in the balmy air to fill my lungs like manna to my soul. The dirty splatter freckles on my face were so cool. I am 10 years old again, pedaling my metallic blue schwinn stingray around the old neighborhood with my pals and kicking up rooster tails of muddy water and slush in each other's faces as we ride like a breakaway pack from the Tour peleton. It's a good day to be alive.
My tri bike is all cleaned and tuned and ready for pave`. I'm twitching like a horse kicking at the stall to get out to the spring pasture.
"hak, turn me loose, I got ta go, I'm doctah feeeel good." James Brown.
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I know that feeling of spring possibly being in the air. (We had that for a few days here, and now we are expecting up to 6 inches of snow come Sat. Gotta love NE.)
I love the kid imagery. Sometimes I forget to just get out and 'play' because truly...that's what it's about sometimes.Much more enjoyable that way.
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