“You didn’t really go cycling, did you?“

We have been asked this about 1,000 times in the last few days. Yes, we did go cycling. No, we didn’t know there was a “code orange” weather alert in Holland (how would we know? we were on our bikes). Yes, there was a lot of snow. You might even call it a storm. Yes, we camped in the storm too. No, we weren’t cold. Yes, it was fun! Would we do it again? Heck, yes.
Andrew cycling in the storm
Most people avoid the cold as they get older. We crave it, or perhaps we simply crave the adventure that cycling in the snow and cold brings. Take a country like Holland, where we live. It’s nice but, well, a bit predictable on a bicycle. Tulips, windmills, canals. All lovely, but if you’ve been cycling around the country for a while you start looking for something different. A snowstorm. Now that adds a whole new dimension to things!
Snow covers the landscape and makes it beautiful in a way that you’ve rarely experienced before. More than that, it scares off most of the cars and deadens the sound of your own bike on the road. Even normally bustling towns and busy roads become beautifully silent places. Only your bike tracks through the snow prove that you were ever there at all and even they will soon be dusted away by the flakes that are constantly falling from the sky.

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