We left the blizzard at the beach and headed for lesser snow in the mountains. We went from about a foot of snow to about six inches of snow. Once we got out of the city limits the roads were in fairly good condition. I thought I’d post a few pictures of Dirt Man and my excursion through the woods. Wylie, the Abominable Snow Dog, couldn’t roam with us as she had already done much romping on her own and had an ice cut between her paw pads . It wasn’t a bad cut, but we didn’t want to make her injury worse.
We saw animal prints in the snow all through the woods. I am guessing these are squirrel prints since they are heading straight up the tree. We saw deer and bear prints as well. We also saw a lot of turkey scratchings. We actually came upon a gang of turkeys.
There also was much virgin territory. Much of the snow was soft, but there was a crunch between layers of snow as we walked. I’m not sure how much snow was on the ground before this last snow fall. We started our walk heading up the mountain. We hadn’t gone far when I began to curse myself for suggesting it. It didn’t take much to get me winded. I suppose when I am not out exerting myself weekly my body goes into a slack mode! Once we had gotten off the snow packed road and in snow where we could get more traction on level ground, it was much easier to walk.
We came across a lot of hunting stands, most of which are just flat bases in the trees. I suppose this one is a “deluxe” since it is enclosed with widnows and a door, and two ladders, no less.
Even the dried weeds take on a stark beauty in contrast of the snow.
An azure sky peaked through the naked tree tops.
We followed an old railroad bed (used to haul lumber in the mid to late 20’s) for a ways. There was a set of large bear prints on the left and a set of small ones running on the right side. I am guessing it was a mama bear and cub. The prints followed the bed for quite a while. Instead of following it the entire way to the road we wanted to take, we decided to cut through a mountain ridge. We skied down the mountain…without skis! I only fell twice and caught myself with my hand both times. It was a matter of walking sideways, digging our feet into the leaves, sticks, and rocks beneath the snow. We sort of slid from tree to tree until we reached the bottom. At one point, Dirt Man was almost taken out by a squirrel whizzing by. It was a hilarious sight watching that squirrels barely touch the ground at top speed as he skied past us down the mountain.When we got to the bottom there were two sets of barbed wire, one old and rusty and one new, at the edge of the bank. Dirt Man held up the barbed wire so I could go under it. At that point I had lost my footing and slid right beneath it, sliding on my butt down the bank, hitting my rear on a rock in the process and landing on my feet on the road below the bank! It was alomost like sleigh riding…without the sleigh!
After that, we took the highway back and cut through a nature trail. This was the “bridge” we crossed to get to the trail. No, I did not fall off. It actually is wider than it looks.
Parts of the creek were frozen over. I think this was the first time I’ve ever been in cold air and snow for that long without feeling cold. This year I was prepared (clothing wise) for the cold temperatures. Dirt Man had bought me fleece lined jeans for Christmas and I had purchased fleece layers this year. I can defintely agree that comfort is all in layering the proper clothing.