Thursday, December 23, 2010
The Call of the Wild
The woods were friendly today...okay, don't ask me how I know this, but it felt ominous the other day and today...
it felt nice.
I made the mistake of thinking I could find deer trails that were packed down enough to forego wearing my snow shoes.
We've had 33" of snow so far this month...that is a LOT of snow.
I broke trail as I followed my summer mule trail. It wasn't so bad really.
But I was fresh and was traveling light, no extra cameras or tripods to drag along.
I wanted to get down to the old coyote den by the creek and take a quick look around.
I didn't bring Morris so I wouldn't have to wait on him while he found deer 'poopsicles' to eat or other things that sometimes distract him.
Today I went the opposite way, following the creek's flow.
The sound of the water running was literally music to my ears. It was like a song of temptation leading me on.
Not only that, the view was absolutely stunning even in the gray and overcast day.
I shot photos until my old FujiFinePix Camera's battery ran out. I was fascinated by the ice formations but frustrated that I really hadn't time to set up for some really great shots.
[I'd promised to be home in an hour~~what idiot (me) can make that kind of promise?]
I was rushed and found that the slogging through over knee deep snow had made me slower than I thought.
I had to take a 'short cut' home. I climbed the steep hill and rested at the crest where the 3 stumps are.
I used a Gorilla-Pod to take a self portrait...
...and then crossed the electric fence and headed across the meadow towards home.
That was the most brutal walk I've experienced in a long time. Each step was either knee deep or deeper.
Was it fun?
Would I do it again?
Oh heck yes.
If I'd had my way, I would have continued for another half mile along the creek.
But I suppose a woman should go home and cook supper and do domestic-type thingies.
I can't help myself when I get the Call of the Wild in me.