I’m sure you’ve all been fretting over my sanity, worrying that I might have been stuck inside one more day 😉 Worry no more, because the weather was kind enough to let me outside this afternoon, even after all the not nice things I said about it yesterday.
A short ride up the road delivered us to the Glacial Hills Pathway, a place I had read about and we have driven by, but not explored. Since it’s still early in the season (which I’m officially calling “winter,” and I believe with Kathy’s blessing), I over-dressed. For near-freezing temps and low wind, wool socks, leggings, jeans, two long-sleeved shirts, scarf, hat, light gloves, and light-weight down coat were a tad over-the-top. By the end of the hike, I had unzipped my coat, lost the hat and gloves, and dressed my camera in my scarf.
Just steps down the trail we spotted signs of accumulation. O the excitement! Concerned that I might miss my one opportunity to photograph snow, I snapped some photos. I needn’t have worried. Our predicted dry skies were instead filled with our trademark lake effect snow, giving me lots to share (below).
Overall, the hike was unexciting, but it was an enjoyable trek through nicely aged hardwoods over rolling glacial hills (hence the name). Surrounded by a simple muted orange and green palette (there are still a lot of hardy ferns, grasses and mosses out there!), we were more finely attuned to detail. I found itty bitty mushrooms, snails crawling through mouldering leaves, and tiny sprouts of moss poking up through tufts of snow. My favorite sight of the day, though, were the saplings, draped in snow-and-water-drop lace.
Though the trail is exceptionally well-marked, we still managed to miscalculate the distance. One would think we’d have learned our lesson on that, but apparently one would be wrong. This time we only hiked about 4.3 miles, with only a ~3/4 mile surprise (as opposed to the ~11 instead of ~6 in the UP). We were only out for about two hours, but it was two glorious hours not inside. Up next, who knows?