The plan for the day was simple; ride a bicycle, find a beach, ride on said beach, and stop at some point to make coffee. Rain was falling slightly, but not enough to really matter in regards to the condition of the trail. This time of year, with most of the single track covered in leaves, gives quite a bit of leeway to riding in the rain. Trail stewards won't tell you that, but it's true. Rain makes sure that expensive coat works properly right?
After a short spin in the woods, doing zero damage to the trail condition I might add, the familiar busted park road was right where it was last used when the Army Corps of Engineers damned the creek to make this lake. A quick left on the busted road brought out the ideal fat bike territory: Ohio beachfront.
Ohio has many things, and even beaches. These beaches you just have to search a little harder for than their coastal distant cousins. The lake was lower than usual, which opened up more beach than was expected and was a welcome sight. After some superb sand time, it was time for coffee.
After setting up the camp stove, lighting a fire, and preparing the warm drink for this rainy day, one key item was missing. A cup. In all of the hustle of getting gear together at the last minute, one of the main ingredients for coffee outside was forgotten. What a waste.
But not really. At this point the rain subsided, and now it was smooth spinning back to the trail head. Thanks to the rain the trails were empty, except for a couple of backpackers. Smiles and pleasantries, and the funny comment of "Hey, I like your big fat tire." Me too buddy.
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