Saturday, SP and I headed up to the property. Our neighbors were looking for some small downed trees for firewood and there’s plenty along the driveway left behind from logging (there is no way we’ll burn it all in the next couple of years and it looks pretty awful). After I showed them where we were thinking they should start we drove up to the cabin and went for a hike. Where did we hike? “To the snow.”
It wasn’t a big snow, but it was just above the cabin. (After our last trip up there I wasn’t really surprised.) About a ten minute walk from the cabin I noticed this:
Sprocket and I just sort of walked along the old logging road without a destination or a plan. I was soaking in the rarity of hiking in a fresh light dusting of snow (compared to snowshowing or slogging through slushy wet meting spring snow).