Weather in Durango these days is bad. Like 35 and raining all day, bad. And you can only spend so many days in a row on the trainer, so you've gotta get creative to keep from packing on too many pounds during winter.
Emily and I were invited for a night in a yurt up on Wolf Creek pass surrounded by some of the best backcountry skiing in the Southwest. The access point was a bit past the Wolf Creek ski area, and we skinned in just before the next massive storm really settled in.
Our Yurt-Mates were a couple of smart guys from Boston (one studying at Harvard, the other working at IBM), but we had plenty in common with the fresh powder pouring in. It snowed 4 inches overnight, with 1-2 feet expected throughout the next hours. Free refills, baby!
We weathered the storm throughout the night playing a card game known throughout my childhood as "Rich man, poor man," but which has since come to be called "Presidents and Ass-holes" (No, this isn't a political commentary, literally just a card game, okay?). It's a would-recommend game for all ages, and easily adapted to a drinking game to stave off the cold if necessary. I suggest allowing the winner of the previous round to decree arbitrary rules and appropriate penalties for the following round. For example, "In the next round, all players must answer any question directed at them as if they were playing jeopardy." As in, Q: "Hey Levi, where did you put the rest of the peppermint schnapps?" A: "What is: in your hot-coco."
Back home now and starting to work on building up some new MTBs for the season. Just waiting on forks and wheels from Magura and RideFast, then we'll be in business as soon as the snow melts!