Mountain Bike

We stood huddled between two pines trying to stay out of the cold, wind and rain.  I gazed out to the west and heard what sounded like a freight train barreling toward us, I turned and raised an eyebrow at my friend Joee as he said, “That sounds aggressive.”  As soon as the words left his mouth we were getting pelted by marble sized hail.  Soon we were drowning in a sea of hail as a wave of white marbles overtook us.  We grabbed our bikes and sprinted to a nearby tent at the Nordic Center, grateful to make it out alive.  Safely under the cover of a tent we did what any Phoenician would do in a hail storm, start playing with the hail and taking pictures! #hailedit (more…)