Walking with Ross across an iced river. I’m reluctant, but he goes ahead and is ok. I follow, carefully. We get to the other side and there’s a waterfall. We go the other way, and a bunch of people come with a guide. She says the ice is cracking, and I watch it happen. Go to the shore and pick my way through the cracked ice and people.
Looking at Ross’ bike. It has super wide handlebars. We go out for a ride-on the freeway and back, no problems.