Sunday after Christmas, what a great time to get out the skis, is what we thought. However, given the conditions around the farm, (icy, crusty, bumpy) we decided snowshoes might serve us better. We have a beautiful ski trail we forge most winters along the Kickapoo River, so we thought we'd do that. The approach to the river is long, twisted, and overgrown much of the way. Part of the fun!
Winding our way down to the river, Freddie leads the way. It is quite clear skis would have been a disaster.
Bushwacking through the woods means getting tangled, tripping occasionally, and for me, being way over dressed.
We traversed three slews, being very glad that they were quite solidly frozen.
Finally we arrived at the river. It is always stunning in its beauty, a sight neither Freddie or I ever tire of.
Towards the end of the 3 1/2 hour trek these golden needles caught my eye. The color contrast was lovely, and the golden needles looked like they were ready to be spun. Doesn't seem to be a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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