Here's one of the creeks:
I just loved this snowman scene in the charcoal grill. I don't know if it started out this grisly, or if the warming temperatures turned an ordinary snowman scenario into snowmanicide:
There were lots of kids on Sled Hill, and tons of cross-country skiers. Which made me think about possibly getting some skis myself, but seeing as how I can break bones just walking (State Park, slipped on ice, wrist, 2002), that's maybe not a great idea.