Our woods are usually quiet. Except for the frogs and coyotes and occasional bugling elk, it’s really quiet. But when it snows the forest becomes a very special place.
While the east coast gets a heavy snow, we continue with boring, damp, moist weather. Sure, we may have to wash off the moss from between our toes now and again, but this is way better in my opinion.
Today we chose the flat Cedar River Trail at Landsberg. Went 2.6 miles and we’re both bushed, but happy to be able to do it. Encountered maybe a dozen other souls, mostly runners, and we all kept our distance. It’s a new world.
Joyce Carol and I hiked a bit at Taylor Mountain Forest here in Hobart. A beautiful morning for some social distancing on a pretty much deserted trail system.
Joyce Carol and I ushered in the new year and decade with a little over a mile walk in our neighborhood. It was a very dreary morning. Here’s hoping the next ten years are better for everyone.