My first opportunity to ride my bike in over a month. Not because of the pandemic but because I've been snowed in. I didn't see a single person, no cars even, on this ride. Just the quiet of the snowy forest punctuated by chickadees and ravens. When I left the house I didn't think I'd be able to ride very far so I didn't bother bringing my pump and tools. I aired-down my fat tires and figured I'd just see how far I could go. The snow is still a couple feet deep, rideable only as long as I stay on compacted snow. The truck tracks are tough to ride on, sometimes deep and narrower than my pedals. It took a while but I made it to the end of my road, about a mile and a half. There's a year round spring a little further on so I continued there for a drink of water. Granitville Road has snowmobile tracks which were firm enough for me to ride on and wide and shallow enough for good riding so I figured I'd keep going for a while, maybe ride down the hill to the pavement and back. About a mile-ish from the pavement there was a patch of exposed dirt road, which is where I noticed that my rear tire was nearly flat. I turned around and started back up the hill for a while until I could feel the rim bottoming out occasionally. I didn't want to damage the tire so at that point the ride turned into a walk. My walking pace was only a little slower than riding and didn't require as much focus. It was nice to get out of the house, off the property, and moving around outside.