The last few weeks have been busy. That’s unusual for me, but nevertheless true. I haven’t been busy with exciting things, lord knows, but still. Busy is busy. Between house showings and doing work on the blog and Etsy and the election THAT WE ARE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT. AT ALL. and regular everyday life, I’m pooped. Just in time for the holidays. But things are slowing down a little, finally. Which means…hiking in the woods!
I mean, really. What else would it mean. (I still want to do another polymer clay post. Still haven’t actually made anything with polymer clay.)
Not to be grateful for global warming or anything, but it was over 70 degrees here last Saturday. The husband and I went out to the woods as soon as possible.
This is a place we’ve been to before. I was thinking that maybe that gigantic bog was dried up, but mother nature proved me wrong yet again.
To the…left? right? east? westbound by northcentral? there is a lake. My husband, smart in other respects, thought maybe if we went to the other side of the snowmobile trail, there might be a path to the lake.
After a short drive we walked in on another old gated Forest Service road and got back on the trail. We found a logging road and an old railroad spike. (The snowmobile trail used to be a railroad.)
And look at that. It’s a crappy picture, but that is the damn huge water puddle that we couldn’t cross. We walked another 3 miles to wind up twenty feet from where we started.
Okay, so there was no path to the lake. If we had consulted one of those ancient folded paper contraptions, I think they were called maps, we would have known the trail is actually pretty far from the lake.
But a road goes right past it.
If you see little white dots in the picture below, those are swans. Gigantic swans. Humongous trumpeter swans. I just Googled them and they are America’s largest waterfowl, and I have no problem believing that. Even from a distance these things were huge.
I didn’t have my big camera lens with me, so that was as close as I could get. They were not small. When I was a kid, there were very few swans here, if any. The first time I saw swans (that I can remember) was in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Now I see them once or twice a year.
Anyway, I am officially rambling, so I’ll shut up.
See you next week!