We had a late start on Sunday but made it out to Ghost town with the 29ers. Our goal was to hit the most singletrack we could on the snow. The conditions were perfect and it felt balmy compared to Saturdays 10 degree temps. The sun started to set soon on us and the forest started to glow with the snow and light polution from above. We could see the trails without a problem and we became one with the forest. We were in full Slender Fungus element to say the least. The snow filled in all the bumps and cracks on the trail and our tires just whistled underneath us. We kept commented on it being perhaps one of the best rides ever. It was so surreal and amazing. We finally got back to the car and fistbumped eachother on a fine accomplishment. We had some coffee from the Coffeehouse and headed home in the snowfall. It was an amazing weekend of Mountainbike Goodness.