Sunday, January 29, 2017

BUSHWACKING

There has been little opportunity to ski this year, way too much ice and rain.  However, yesterday, along with Andy and Elsa we set out to 'ski' Hay Valley with Freddie as our guide.

Bushwacking is skiing where there is no trail, and it is my favorite kind of cross-country skiing, but yesterday was really a challenge.  



This is what much of the area we skied looked like.  That turquoise spot back there is Freddie making his way through the brush. 


We 'skied' much of the two hours through terrain like this.  Andy forging his own way.


Not only was there much brush to navigate, but miles of slick ice where our poles could not get purchase....still it was fun and the glide was smooth.


She always laughed when she fell, which was not all that frequently.  I must say when we started out I presumed that this seven year old would just kind of ski and that we would have to tone down our usual skiing....NO WAY, Elsa is a real skier, and I am not kidding.  I was just blown away by her athletic ability and how she just seemed to know how to maneuver around whatever presented itself.  She in no way held us back, and at times set the pace for all of us.   



Andy, Elsa and I just before we ski the ice.


We even climbed a hill through the woods to reach this vast and beautiful field...Elsa wanted to ski in some open space.  This was beautiful skiing and provided some hills that she very much wanted to ski down.

Preparing to fly down the hill. 

And she did, often in the crouch-sit position.  

It was truly a lovely day. a bit of cold wind, but down in the woods we were protected.  

A day of blessings!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

THERE'S ICE AND THEN THERE'S ICE

Sunday brought us on another stunning hike on the Reserve.  The Ice shows were incredible....




ice falls like those above are abundant...



...as are frozen 'streams' everywhere...

and believe me both Freddie and I cannot appreciate this beauty enough...we love winter hiking and the display nature sets before us...



HOWEVER




the ice show surrounding our house leaves much to be desired, most of all safety...
This is the sidewalk directly out our back door, and it has been like this for days despite constant salting.




This is the walkway directly outside the back door to the right, leading to the driveway...



a view of the driveway leading to my workshop


looking towards Jug Creek Road, and despite our patrol man sanding our driveway often, it is still almost impossible to navigate...


just another view towards my workshop


...again...




Looking towards Jug Creek Road from the deck on my workshop.

And below, the only way I can negotiate the 'paths' to and fro is by putting on these ice studs.




This has been going on for a week now and we have layer upon layer of ice and sand, ice and sand...

Still, it is beautiful.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

TODAY


Bitter cold today, I couldn't seem to get warm in the house despite a blanket and kitten on my lap and a heating pad behind my back.  Still, the sun was out and it seemed so beautiful that Freddie and I set out for a hike along the Kickapoo River.



We went in not far from the 'Million Dollar Bride' otherwise know as the Rockton Bridge.

Hiked down to the river and almost immediately upon our descent we were surrounded by the beautiful!!


We walked along massive rock outcroppings below which were 'fields' of ice, which were really smooth and wide enough to skate upon were one so inclined.



Freddie walking along the ice...



The water floes were everywhere, and everywhere astounding.



Nothing to look at that wasn't beautiful...


Bundled up warm and toasty.



The Kickapoo River with open water down the middle.



We didn't hike long, only about an hour and a half, but it was so refreshing, renewing and relaxing.  There is something about this area that soothes the soul, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the glaciers all those many long years ago, split and went around this area, leaving intact these ancient hills.

I think the Earth's spirit reaches out when we are open and listening.