To say I now understand how Scott and company felt while on the return leg of their Antarctic holiday would be both crass (as crass as calling that fatal voyage a holiday) and untrue.
But, mercy! Cycling 12 or so kilometres in the face of a north wind that made -9C feel like -17 feels damned cold at 0400 hours.
And yet, strangely enough, I feel good. And I am super glad to see snow replace all the god damned rain we've been having.
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