ory and I took a long walk this morning.
Yesterday everything thawed when the high was over 50 degrees, only to refreeze as the temperature dropped nearly to the single digits.
- Nearly snow-less ground today
Two days ago.
It’s important to tell you about my walks. I don’t like traveling the same roads again and again. I love circular walks, new walks, walks filled with adventure and new sights. However, the neighborhood in which we live wasn’t made for circuitous rambles. So, I usually find myself trekking through the woods at some point rather than turn around and retrace my steps.
- I’ve never heard leaves crackle underfoot quite like this. The thaw yesterday left them damp and they refroze, so each step was like the breaking of a hundred tiny sticks.
Today I decided on a new journey I was hoping would work. Our neighborhood is bordered by a beach and I was fairly certain a new route would take me down to one part of the beach. That should connect to the beach in my area thus I could probably walk from one part of the neighborhood to the other.
At the end of the road I stepped into the woods.
As I walked down through trees, I came upon this:
With the choice to cross the river or walk back up through the woods and retrace my steps I, of course, decided to find a spot to cross the river.
Unfortunately it only widened itself to either side as far as I could travel. There were brambles that kept me from moving in either direction.
I nearly turned around.
And then Rory took a step.
He didn’t fall in, so I investigated the ice (I have never claimed to make particularly good decisions). Luckily I am here to tell you about it instead of… I don’t know what.
I crossed safely, and we found the river opened up into a tidal pond.
We tramped through the woods and headed to the beach. On the way I found a bridge over the river beyond the brambles.
Oops.
At the beach, I saw a sight I’d never seen before. Ice, floating on the Chesapeake Bay.
