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.
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.
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.
When it’s this cold for this long, you start seeing holes in the dirt, with things lurking in their depths.
What’s in the holes? Pebbles.
This is what the soil is like underneath:
These crystals are called needle ice, and have lifted a layer of dirt right up. The overall structure is quite fragile and the swollen frozen ground will collapse when you step on it.
Either the pebbles warmed up in the sun faster than the surrounding frozen soil, and sank into it, or they were too heavy for the needle ice to lift. I’m not sure which explanation applies (maybe it’s both of them).
The depth of the frost heaves created by needle ice can be quite significant: here’s a chunk with three sections built on top of each other.
This makes cold-weather trail cycling quite interesting, I must say.
But someone likes all this frosty stuff!
Clearly I suck.
I’ve recently had complaints from at least two people that I haven’t been posting enough pet pictures. (I note that the complaints were species-specific—the dog person did not request cat pictures, and vice versa!) So by request…. Continue reading “By request”
It’s hard to be a longhaired dog on a warm day. Especially when you’re nine and don’t have the energy you used to. Especially when you really, really WANT TO GO FOR A WALK and your people want to go for a bike ride.
So compromises get made. The bikes go, but they go very slowly.
We stop for a loooonnnnng rest at the lookout. That way the people can eat an energy bar and look at the flowers.
While the humans are doing silly things like taking pictures (well, one human) the dog gets to relax in the shade. (And maybe be a bit goofy and eat a stick that was home to a bunch of ants.)
It works out for everyone.