Sunday I headed for the reservoir, which was frozen over.
Six months ago it looked like this:
Sunday, it looked like this:
I headed up to the ponds at the far end of the lake.
Jesus, what a gloomy morning.
A deer had met its demise.
Can you see the plane in this pic? It circled around for quite a while. I don't know why. There's not a whole heck of a lot to see this time of year. Maybe someone was taking a flying lesson:
I was following the snowmobile trails. I don't know who Joyce and Harold Penningroth are, but they've got a nice sign:
Somebody had hauled an old treadmill all the way out to the middle of nowhere to dump it. I don't get it. They could have put it out with the garbage, or put it on Craigslist, or put it out to the curb with a "free" sign on it. Instead, they hauled it all the way out to a campsite. Go figure:
Trail crossing! Not confusing at all:
A little bit of color:
See the shapes out on the ice?:
Those are ice fishers. Those dudes are NUTS.
Not long after I got done walking, the sun came out and it warmed up and was quite a pleasant day. Spring is coming; I'm quite confident of that. Thank goodness.