The roads are open, more or less, and after last weeks sledge island retreat I was ready for a faster speed.  Break-up occurred more rapidly this week and an ice trip was out of the question.  It's been a long time since I was able to ride on anything other than snow trails.  A firm dirt road felt magical.  I aired up the fatbike to 20 psi and took off down the coast.  With a little tailwind down and headwind back I managed a 31 mile trip in a few minutes over 2 hrs.  Now that felt good.  

I returned just in time for Hahnah's dance class.  Thank you Kendra for putting on a great class! One of the more difficult things living in Nome is inaccessibility to opportunities readily available in the lower 48.  This was a special treat.