March its over and I'm already a quarter of the way into a project I didn't know I started:
The Year of the Fat in which I'll ride only my fat bike.
My wife Jen and I have long had a dream of a ski trip to one of Minnesota's wonderful state parks.
We have visions of this happy place in the woods where two smiling people wearing red coats glide through the forest, effortlessly, on tracks pressed into freshly fallen, sparkling snow. They laugh as they duck around the bending branches and every so often they stop, reach into their backpacks,...