The forecast threatened a bit of snow tonight, but I didn’t take it too seriously…even after we rode over some salted sidewalk on Westlake. It’s much too early in the season to start worrying about snow. I wasn’t able to get the boys into all their new warm gear, but they were warm enough and I figure they’ll let me add pieces as they get chillier. The more exposed rear kid isn’t comfortable wearing the ski goggles so we substituted sunglasses. The front kid didn’t want balaclava, goggles, or even gloves, but his fairing keeps him sheltered. And he had his salmon on his lap to tuck his hands under.
Heading home from the Seattle Center at 4:30 we encountered a bit of hail. I thought it was freezing rain or sleet (maybe those are the same thing?), but a more weather-savvy friend later informed me it was hail. It wasn’t too bad, but it started while I was slowly making my way up Densmore–my latest hill of choice–on the way home. I’d taken off my jacket and gloves and found the hail refreshing. The kids didn’t complain, either, so this daily winter riding might just work out.