This has been a tough week in a few ways but I won't go into those details. I was able to eek out a couple of hours to grab Charlie and take him with me to KVR [Kickapoo Valley Reserve].
I was surprised that I was the only vehicle in the parking area. In fact I'd passed several parking spots and hadn't seen anyone. Imagine my glee when I shared this information with Charlie. Poor Charlie wasn't exactly being gleeful. Sometimes he gets a wee bit worked up and a little car sick.
I needed a short quick Nature Fix so I chose Weister Creek.
We were not disappointed.
Charlie and I climbed up into the cave on the top right and set up the camera and stood inside. I have wanted to do this for a long time. Photos rarely give anyone the true perspective of what we are seeing.
If you are wondering what is on my head. Well, it is my Skunk Hat. It has a face and a tail. It is definitely my most prized hat of all time. My regret is that it I can only wear it in cold weather.
By February, depending on the temperatures, I would be standing behind a wall of ice and the sandstone behind me would be slick with dripping ice. The Reserve actually offers tours on their website but cautions that a person should be in pretty good shape as the hike is demanding.
Climbing into these areas can be a bit tricky.
Charlie and I had some snacks here before moving on to the second formation.
This set of caves produces some of the most interesting ice colors I've ever seen. The ice reflects tones of blue, green, and yellow. The cave at the top generally becomes a wall of ice. This is only a small portion of this rather large area.
Charlie and I had another destination in mind. We wanted to walk the old equine trail and gaze at the Weister Creek ice.
The water is low this year, but thank goodness there is still seepage from the hillsides.
Yet we were still not at our destination. We had to take the 'super' secret old equine trail to one more place.
We spent a while here listening to the water run over the rocks and investigating the animals prints in the sand.
Charlie saw me pick up my backpack and he scurried up the next leg of the faint trail. I called him back, laughing. He knows these trails as well as he knows his own yard.
He trotted over and looked up at me with his soulful eyes. If it had been up to me, we'd have gone on exploring until dark.
The short days with all the shadows and light were amazing. I explained this to Charlie as we headed home.
He was disappointed and explained to me that the smells he found were simply amazing.