It’s impossible not to notice: The premature feeling of spring in the air.
With a temperature above freezing, the powdery snow has finally settled. We walk a couple of hundred meters on foot from our house, Siri and I, put on our snowshoes and leave the road behind us. We follow a snowmobile track covered in yesterdays snow, meandering our way between the pines. Outside the residential area, inside the forest, we trample a small loop on top of the track. Only a few hundred meters. Not much. But enough.

We hurry home, stuff ourselves quickly with a few slices of bread before heading out the door again. This time along with mum. And two fatbikes. It’s easy for all to see out on the track: Fatbikes make you smile. Period. And when it turns out that our youngest daughter actually is able to ride mums XS Surly Pugsley, and we see the huge grin across her face and hear her giggling between the trees, it’s equally evident that this could get expensive.

Great photography! I have yet to try out a fat bike, despite being a seasoned mountain biker. Although we don’t get much snow here in England, I can imagine they’re great fun on the beach!
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I am a seasoned mountain biker, but I still haven’t had the privilege of riding a fat bike. We have a distinct lack of snow in England, but I can imagine they would be just as fun on the beach!
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Hi Joel. Fatbikes are superfun without snow too. They are slow, but still great fun. Check http://coastkid.blogspot.no for fatbiking in East Lothian and Scotland.
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