The ice faded as we descended towards the Peel River Plateau. The sun was warm, but I could still feel the cold breath of the mountain pass. The road lifted over glacier-etched hills as we left the Richardsons behind, and I took off my jacket and sweater as the mud sank beneath my tires.
My thoughts drifted to elementary school winter recess. I had watched grade eight boys playing basketball in t-shirts in the cold of winter with a mixture of disdain and bafflement. I figured they were either showing off or nuts—until I became a grade eight boy playing basketball in the cold of winter myself. It turned out as long as my muscles were working, I was warm.
So here I was, ten years later. Pedalling up the hills past Midway Lake, Northwest Territories, and thinking about basketball. The same beating heart, the same dilated veins. Warm.
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