I’ve ridden past this ice fishing spot countless times. But when I went by it today I knew I was coming back. It’s a quiet time shooting-wise and I’d been meaning to do some more Northern New England winter culture stuff. Here was the chance, no excuses. What a good decision. Oh, and yesterday was my first ride since racing the USGPs almost three weeks ago, amazing how quickly you can go from feeling at one with the bike to fighting it every meter of the way. The longest 1.5 hr. ride of the year I hope.