Fat bikes are generally categorized as mountain bikes. The only difference being the extra-wide tires really. During my last ride, I thought about how I seem to ride mine more like a gravel bike. Backcountry exploration is what I yearn for. Wandering through the woods. Wallowing in the forest’s silence. Just me and my bike. The steady harmony of air moving in and out of my lungs. The crunch of my fat studded tires rolling over these ice roads. As much as I appreciate the grooming efforts of all those who maintain on our local winter fat bike trail systems, I quickly get bored with multiple laps of a smaller loop. I go over things again and again enough in my mind. I don’t want to be doing the same when I ride. The intention is to get away. To keep going. Further and further. Passing through. For me, it’s never about speed or how many watts I’m pushing. It’s simply about this meditative movement. Pedaling Zen. Something therapeutic about this effortless working pace. Something restorative about quietly spinning pedals with a steady heart rate of 120 beats per minute. This perfect speed. This perfect effort. This perfect therapy. This winter fat bike season has come to an end. With day time highs mostly above freezing now, it’s time to hang up the winter riding tool. And share some highlight shots from the last few months.