I actually got it in my head to snowmobile into work. Laid out my route on-line and printed off the map. I dug out the snowmobile, got it started, suited up, and headed out. I imagined pristine trails covered in fluffy, fresh powder, with gigantic drifts to take jumps off of. What I got was some concrete-like washboard interspersed with bare patches of farm field. It was brutal.
I only lasted a couple kilometers before turning back. It would have taken me hours to get to New Hamburg and it probably would have destroyed my back. So Paige and I have been enjoying a rare play day instead. Suits me just fine.