On Saturday more snow fell than we’ve seen in a long time. Three inches (7.5 cm) stuck to the ground here in Astoria and in Manhattan; not far away, on Staten Island and in North Jersey, some places had three or even four times as much.
Although the temperature hovered near the freezing mark, the snow was pretty fluffy—enough so that, a block from me, I thought I was looking at a cotton tree.
I don’t imagine, though, that the snow did much to protect these bikes:
The streets and, yes, even the bike lanes were plowed rather promptly—enough so that yesterday, on a Presidents’ Day ride to Point Lookout, I had to steer clear of a snow pile only once. On my return trip, I walked up the ramp to the Veterans Memorial Bridge out of precaution: I saw ice on it on the ride out.
The remaining snow made for an interesting view
that seemed like an inversion of what I saw on a previous Point Lookout ride.
Did those white caps spill their foam on the sand and grass?
