Winter Walk

Like I said yesterday, we got quite a bit of snow and I love it! We got about 5 inches in "normal" areas. What do I consider normal and why is it in quotation marks, you ask. Well, I thought in general we only got about 5 inches until I went on my winter walk this morning.

I promised you a couple weeks ago that I would get some pictures of the Huckleberry Trail, so today I got a two-fer. I went out around 10 (because the high today was 47 and I knew it would start melting early) for a nice mid-morning walk. It was a pretty magical walk, made better by a joining friend. You would think living in the same town would mean we could see each other a lot, but both of us being teachers means little extra time. Today was the perfect opportunity to do some catching up.

I love this part. It has high boulders rising on each side. Even when it's warm out the air between the rocks is very cool. It always seems wet. As a bit of a rock nerd thanks to some Girl Scout trips, I feel like the rocks are so alive and constantly changing - even if we can't see that change in years. It's pretty awesome to be literally in the middle of that. When there are so few formations like this around the trail, I wonder how it came to look like that.

This is the covered bridge I told you about. I can't wait until I get out here again in a couple weeks to take the non-snow pictures. I just wish these pictures would allow you to experience the smells the feel of the air and all the sounds that go along with the experience.

                               So many bridges, so many small creeks that run along the trail.

 

 

Here's another, newer looking bridge. And of course a picture with me on it so you know I really was here.










 I really wish the rest of you could have been on my walk this morning. The reason I said we had 5 inches in the "normal" areas is because when you get to bridges like these on the trail, that naturally freeze quicker than other surfaces and in general have less traffic than, say, actual road-bridges, it was more like 8 inches. I am suddenly reminded of the poem (song) Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by (appropriately) Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the villiage though

He will not see me stopping here

to watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I love his prose. The only difference between this poem and my walk is that as we came back, we didn't hear the sound of "downy flake," it was more like huge drops of melting snow that we had to dodge.

Miles to go, friends - and many things to do. Like head to the gym. Hope some of you got to enjoy a snow day or Presidents Day or otherwise had a fun Monday like I did!!

If you want to see the rest of the pictures from my snow day walk, you can check them out at snapfish.

I also took some comparitive pictures during a Spring Walk.

I showed my SPARK