After a week of rest trying to rid my body of mucus, I finally ventured outside on Sunday. A little exploring was in order. I didn't have to go far to find unlimited fat bike potential.
Or at least I thought so. I even considered riding right on over to Wisconsin. Of course, all those ambitious thoughts occurred while I was riding on the snow covered part of the river. As soon as I got this glimpse of ice and could actually confirm that I was, in fact, riding on (frozen) water I wasn't nearly as brave.