About a month ago, Tony and I tried to take Petey for a walk at Maple Bay, but were stymied by snow drifts that reached partly up the car doors. Having learned that lesson previously, we went elsewhere. However, we’d driven by recently, and I thought the drive looked plowed. I decided to give it another go today.
When I arrived, the drive was cleared down to the pebbles – perfectly safe for a gal and her pup. We pawed our way down the treacherous snow path that descends toward the beach. (Aside for those unfamiliar with snowpack: sure, it all looks roughly the same, but it’s not. When the snow is fresh, it can have all kinds of different textures ranging from slippery/oily to dry and fluffy. After it piles up significantly, it packs in and get denser. Following a couple of warm days, the surface melts and refreezes, leaving behind an icy shell of varying thickness that is as slippery as you’d think. This is what we were walking on toward the beach 😦 ) But the trail isn’t long, and soon we were on flatter grounds.
Shortly after we alit onto the beach, the predicted snow arrived, hastening our departure. We meandered a little. I just wanted to see if the beach was walkable (yes, depending on your standards), and get the dog out for a bit. Besides, we’d just spent all afternoon on icy beaches. Also, I know a bad omen when I see one. The algae were cool in their own way – looking like overblown bacteria. But the fish – two carcasses, actually, with the one’s head as big as my hand – signaled that it was officially (o-fish-ally?) time to go.
Okay, so I don’t really believe in bad omens and such. I’m just not superstitious. Are you?