State of emergency was declared by the county. Nobody was allowed on the roads. Yet, one text from your buddy and your off the warm recliner by the fire and somehow in the middle of mile three during the years epic snowfall. For some reason it was easier to push hard then settle in and dog the miles. In some weird way it was fun. Like being a kid again but this time playing in the snow had some purpose. Nobody wanted to be the first to call it a day so the mileage kept adding up with a turn here and a loop there.
Finally as the sun dipped down and the light levels were low a reason to turn home is agreed upon. At last dry and by the fire a recap of data is taking place while dinner is prepared. The food is inhaled in the wake of the days work. The warm cups of tea have now turned to cold beers and that is when we realized that the day is an essence what Sawyer is. A quick decision that was at times a bad one yet still fun and challenging and a great story.