First off, we have to say thank you to everyone who took the time to send in your submissions...we had an AWESOME time reading through them and it was certainly not an easy decision...in fact they were so good we're practically mad at you guys for making us work so hard...
Hiking, snowmobiling, canoe tipping, animal scouting, mad sledding skills, amazing snacks (that one really had us....) It was NOT an easy choice.
BUT in the end, we did come to a decision and instead of trying to explain ourselves, we decided to just have a guest blog this time around and show you the full submission....
They may not have a conventional family, but what we love about the Yukon are the families we often find ourselves a part of...
So let us send out a huge CONGRATULATIONS to Jenn Roberts and the Fat Tire Ballerinas!
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I have a husband, a sister, nephews, mom and dad – even a dog. But my family by choice is a group of winter biking women sometimes known as the Fat Tire Ballerinas.
We’re not a private club either. Got a bike? Got a vagina? Join us. Sometimes we’re a family of two, sometimes a family of 10. Exclusion isn’t the name of the game here. Some of us wear matching jerseys and some fight being that cool. Some of us are into riding marathon distance epics and others prefer a fast downhill whoosh on fat tires. Everyone loves getting together for a ride on local Whitehorse trails.
Sure, we could ride with men-our friends and spouses-but there is something just a little bit special about a group of women ripping around the trails without that added testosterone. After all, the bike played a role in the emancipation of women in the late 1890's. Susan B. Anthony famously said "[the bicycle] has done more to emancipate women than any one thing in the world. I rejoice every time I see a women ride by on a bike. It gives her a feeling of self-reliance and independence the moment she takes her seat; and away she goes, the picture of untrammelled womanhood."
The family I’ve made – not the one I was born into or the one I married into - that’s the FTBs. These women are my family by choice and we’re tight. Whether we are mashing across Fish Lake in the spring or wiping out on a super steep descent we’ve got our adventure pants cinched on tight!
Sometimes those pants are actually down skirts but hells ya, we’ve always got ‘em on.
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