Today I walked the Well It Used To Be One Trail and the Well It Isn’t A Trail After All Diversion. It was fun. Continue reading “Bush-bashing”
We’ve had rather a lot of it, haven’t we? Today it’s raining and the snow is super-saturated and heavy (this is the Voice of Experience speaking, as I went out and shovelled) and it’s altogether miserable and nasty. And yes, I know that it will melt, but it WILL MELT A LOT FASTER if one shovels. Continue reading “Weather”
Well, it’s a cold day, that’s for sure.
Ice pellets everywhere! Evidently they didn’t turn into freezing rain last night—and a sheet of ice—as they did where we live.
Quite lovely on the branches: pellets and frozen drops.
Quite lovely everywhere, actually.
Nice crunchy trails in places.
And the first puddle ice I’ve seen!
Really, one couldn’t ask for a prettier day for a walk.
It’s been raining quite a bit recently, which means that sometimes rubber boots are better for hiking than anything else, at least on some trails. And as we’d had some particularly heavy rain recently, yesterday I thought, ah yes, a perfect time to go off on a side track that I know leads into a low wet area! I won’t see a soul on it! (Not that it’s unusual to hike without seeing a soul, but yesterday I was feeling a tad misanthropic.)
And… yes, clearly rubber boots were a good plan. There aren’t usually big puddles on this part of the main trail.
Now the side trail. It’s not heavily used, so bits of it get a little overgrown.
Golden retrievers don’t mind puddles. (And yes, this is the trail.) Which is fortunate, considering that the puddles extended on either side of the trail, so they weren’t really possible to avoid.
Golden retrievers looooovvvve puddles. Especially big ones filled with chewable old wood. (This is also trail.)
This is not a puddle, but a surprise, hanging handily from a tree. What could a gardening implement be doing hanging by the side of a half-invisible singletrack mountain-bike trail through government lands?
And yes, that is the trail. Actually, at the arrow, it was changing from deep pool to stream. And I will just mention that at their deepest, the puddles came to within scant inches of the tops of my boots, requiring a sort of cautious gliding motion rather than exuberant splashing.
But water and mysterious trowels weren’t the only things we saw. There were some lovely funguses.
There were even some relatively dry parts. And lots of dead leaves and moss.
Altogether, it was a lovely walk. Or splash. Whatever.
We’re having new decks put in to replace the old ones that were rotting away (which is what happens when the builder uses untreated wood, grrr). They’re not finished, but they’re good to go as far as sitting out in the morning goes. For everyone.
…with his name on it and everything.
Of course he does. Do you know what he DOES with that tongue?
This, however, is not it. This is an old trail that I walked first. It’s, erm, a little overgrown at the moment.
Does Our Dog care about that, though? Nah!
Gratuitous photo of Our Dog’s foot in moss, just because both are so pretty.
And okay, here’s a picture of part of the new (to me) trail. It’s a pretty one.
All happy and sleepy after a nice bike ride.
So the other morning I pushed back the office door curtain and… the feral turkeys. Seven of them, two adults and five poults. Our Dog was already out, and eventually responded to all the warning clucking that ensued when I opened the curtain and they noticed me.
He’s a good dog. He didn’t show the slightest interest in chasing them, though he did eventually trot over to investigate more closely, but what he really wanted to do was just sniff the ground where they’d been, while they all went “Cluck!” and ran off toward the bushes. And then they decided discretion was the better part of valour and flew over the fence; I’m not sure he even noticed that they were gone. Nice to know they were never in danger from him.
I’ve been taking Our Dog out for early runs with my bike because he’s ten now and doesn’t do so well in the heat. But this is one of the hazards of doing so: garter snakes that have stretched themselves out across the trail and just lie there, still sluggish with cold. I do NOT want to ride over a snake and kill it, so I’ve come to screeching stops for them several times this year. I generally encourage them to vacate the space (I don’t pick them up to move them as often as I used to because they always seem to pee on me if I do.)
This one was particularly sluggish; Our Dog trotted right across it and it didn’t so much as twitch. (Luckily no big golden retriever feet came down on it.) So I was able to stop and take some pictures.
Though it did eventually decide that discretion was the better part of valour and do the “I’m outta here” thing.
Oh, and bonus golden retriever pic.
It was a bit wet on the trails today—and certainly on the narrow ones you could expect very wet feet from all the overhanging grass. But someone didn’t mind a bit.
And the roses looked wonderful.
And the arbutus trees looked sexy as always.
It was pretty damn nice.
We jumped up on a log four feet above the ground, we did. (I was asked for more doggy pix, so…)
Well, yes, actually, this is the trail.
And so is this. Winter hiking is when you find the weak points in your Goretex footwear liners.
Bonus photo: ah, the soothing quiet of the forest… but hark, what is that sound? Ah yes. The mobile mulcher eating another stick.