Snow ride in the 'Shed

I found my way to the watershed on Sunday, tagging along with a group of folks who didn't object to the worlds slowest mountain biker following along. The snow which had all pretty much melted or blown away down in the Monocacy Valley was hanging on up top on the ridgeline. The ride was billed as "not too much climbing," which I suppose was correct for the watershed, but it still wore me out. I was on the Diamondback, recently rebuilt after several years on a hook in the basement. Except for some minor mishaps relating to mechanic's error (me), it held up OK. I kind of like this mountain bike thing...