Went for a hike this afternoon along the Ducktrap River.There were huge chunks of ice littering the shores, remnants of a massive overflow that must have occurred a couple of weeks ago when we received three inches of rain in a 24 hour period and the temperatures rose into the 40’s. At one point, we have to detour around a broken bridge, but Iron John broke through the ice but emerged with dry foot. I could launch into a rant about where the hell are all the outdoor enthusiasts, but I won’t. Well, not too much a rant.
Here we have a brilliant sunny clear weekend day with all these groomed cross country ski trails in this facility and we’ve only seen two skiers all day. Being out here again reminds me of how easy it is for anyone to ski or just walk in along a wild salmon river and explore bird and animal tracks in the powder snow. The patterns that the water and ice make in their interactions on the river are enchanting, and unobservable anywhere but right here, today. I do appreciate that I can still find friends, and even some family, that are willing to walk through the snow in the dark and cold and be outdoors with me.