I know I like to complain a lot about winter. It’s the fun part of living in the frozen tundra. In reality, I actually like winter. Well…aspects of winter.
I get tired of the deep deep cold and the short days, but with the advent of daylight savings and some unseasonably warm weather, I’m remembering some things about summer that I’m not too fond of…like bugs that inadvertently fly in my mouth. Or maybe they are suicidal and do it on purpose – I don’t know. I only know it grosses me out.
A couple of weekends ago, we had an absolutely gorgeous winter day – temps in the mid-teens, blue skies and a brilliant sun. Dave and I grabbed the dogs and headed up to Potowatami State Park to tromp around in the snow, knowing it would be one of the last weekends before the crowds of people, mosquitoes, and wood ticks hatched.
It’s been a great winter for ice, so we decided to hike out along the shoreline to the boat landing, and then come back on the Ice Age Trail thru the woods. This gave us a chance to see the park from another vantage point normally reserved for boats and spend some extra time under the sun.
Along the way, we came across this mini igloo erected by some bored ice fishermen…or maybe bored ice fishermen’s children. I hadn’t been taking too many pictures because it was cold enough to shut my phone down if I had it out too long, but the minute I saw this, I knew I had to grab a few shots for Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge.
With all the melt and the mud, the dogs and I are stuck pounding the pavement until early summer, when it will at least dry up enough for chemically aided woodland hikes (translation: my body parts slathered in OFF and Front Line on the dogs). I guess I’ll just have to console myself with sunshine and bike rides. Oh darn.