When riding through the woods mid-winter it's often wise, though commonly counter-intuitive, to choose the path of greater resistance rather than otherwise. In opposition to the balance of the year, in winter, the path of least resistance is often steel-gray and icy, or tracked-in deeply-furrowed frozen mud. Both of these conditions, while somewhat enticing, are treacherous. If you fail to assess them cautiously they will quickly, and with little warning, tump both you and your bike. Often in that order, thus bringing your bike down on top of you. Thereby literally applying the phrase "adding insult to injury" to your condition.
This is your line in winter: trail, rock, grass, trail, snow, rock, rock, trail.
|trail, rock, grass, trail, snow, rock, rock, trail|
My ride today, a short, 11-mile dog-bone-shaped singlespeed recon loop across Rocky(t) Ridge, down Nightranger, across Forces Of Nature and back, found the trails more and more open, dry and rideable as I roamed east from home across the south-facing slopes of the Dry Lake Hills and Mount Elden.