It seems to be a late spring for everyone, and while looking at the giant piles of snow in the front yard that the snowmobilers like to ramp, I was feeling doubly sorry for myself thinking we might never see our snowpack melt. Then I looked at some photos from this time two years ago – a little less snow on the ground, but there nonetheless. No crocuses, those first harbingers of spring, until mid-April. Sigh.
With ski season over, the snow is now just an impediment to my outdoor excursions. With reports that the sun might actually shine for a bit, we went gallivanting around the Leelanau Peninsula. Spring hasn’t made many inroads, but that can be easy to forget when the sun shines.
As clouds rolled back in, we decided to check out Peterson Park. The skies at the overlook were much more dramatic than any weather they contained. The waves lapped gently at rocky shore below, contributing to the further melt of the remaining lakeside snow/ice.
Peterson Park is a lovely beach, but with the large stones, it’s a terrible place to walk. Or terrible if you fear breaking your ankle again. I ended up walking along the layer of snow that’s holding on further up the beach rather than chance my ankle on the rocks.
We rounded out Saturday’s trip with a stop at Fishtown in Leland. We’ve driven by, but never visited the collection of old riverside shanties. There’s not much open at this time of year, so I think we’ll go back in the warmer months. Maybe for some dam candy or smoked fish.
Our local are packed with slippery ice/snow, and paired with the lingering grey skies, are just not capturing my imagination. We did the four miles around the block yesterday, thinking it would be mostly slush. It wasn’t. We should have worn the Yak Trax, as we ended up pinwheeling on several occasions. We got back home (miraculously without falling!) with just enough time to warm up before heading out again for a sunset. It was short-lived, but like the day before we were just happy to have glimpsed it, even if only momentarily.