The bike ride wasn't too far below the snowline. But how long would our luck last? Nice, smooth, moderately steep gravel roads in an Idaho forest. So many bicyclists miss out on this type of riding, probably because the industry doesn't promote it. Maybe it is a good thing that gravel bikes were invented, although strictly speaking, a mountain bike is perfect for this kind of riding unless you are racing.
It has been my memory that the 'snowline' is a bit of a misnomer. Actually, it is more of a transition zone, rather than a 'line.' You expect to flip back and forth between wet gravel and barely passable snow bank. It makes for a good simile with the idiotic back-and-forth behavior of Trumpanyahu's negotiations with Iran.
Thus it was surprising to hit an 'end of the road' snowbank all at once at about 5900 feet.
Back in ranch country (sagebrush, grass, and cows) we saw a remarkably green patch. It looked like a golf course, but wasn't of course. This gave me something pleasant to think of when I was waiting for the tow truck:
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