I’m so weary of the Winter already, and, as I write this post, we are on the cusp of a big snow event. Well, we’ve been forewarned, and, unlike the last two predicted snowstorms, this one is gonna happen.
This morning I thought I’d better get while the gettin’ was good and go for a walk while I could still find the sidewalk to do so.
I waited until later, hoping the sun would put in an appearance, but that didn’t happen until I was inside the house.
I donned my warm and wooly paraphernalia and set out despite the 15 degree temps outside, hoping the cold air would put some red in my cheeks and the ambiance of Council Point Park would give me a quick nature fix and restore my soul.
I left behind the Sherpa hat, but was toting my camera with fresh batteries and some peanuts in a Ziploc bag in case anyone wearing a fur coat crossed my path. Well, the camera I put to good use, but the squirrels stayed tucked in their nests out of sight today.
My goal was to take more Winter pictures at the Park, since I only got three shots last week, when the batteries died. There was one other person walking this morning and I didn’t recognize him. He had his hands stuffed deep down into his coat pockets and I could only see part of his head. He resembled a turtle, his neck all scrunched down as he huddled beneath his jacket. As we crossed paths on the trail, he never looked up – that’s okay, my lips were too frozen to make intelligible conversation anyway.
I should have taken my flip-top convertible mittens/gloves with me. My gloves were clumsy and I took them off to take pictures and soon my fingers were numb and frozen, so I didn’t take as many pictures as I would have liked.
The Park just seemed to stand still – frozen in time, reminding me a little of an old-time, sepia-toned, raggedy-edged photograph; the scenery was white and brown and rather blah.
It looked very desolate and I got some shots of the frozen Creek and the snow piles that were mounded up on the ice in places. The pavilion, the empty park benches and BBQ grills – all abandoned until warmer weather; they just looked stark and so forlorn.
I took this photo from my vantage point near Duck Landing. I didn’t scramble down to the ledge like I usually do, as a misstep might send me over the edge and onto the icy Creek. I did wonder where the mallards are these days and I missed their constant quacking. I was awestruck how quiet it was in the Park – there was not even a whisper of a noise; even the lowly sparrows were silent.
I trudged around the full loop, grateful for my lug-soled boots as I dodged patches of ice, and opted sometimes to just sidestep the trail and tread through the crunchy snow alongside that slick asphalt instead.
As I got ready to leave, out of the corner of my eye I noticed two new small flags on either side of the memorial wreath for Sergeant Di Pietro, the young marine whom I’ve mentioned in prior posts. I walked over for a closer look after I exited the trail. Since the last time I was here, someone placed two small flags into the ground – one an American flag and the other the USMC flag. The new flags bring some color to the drab Park, and I couldn’t miss them underneath the stately fir tree.
As I headed home I passed a few houses with paper snowflakes taped in the living room window. I remembered taking scissors to paper and turning out those pretty 6-pointed flakes and taping one or two of them with those of my classmates on the windows of our classroom. I was straining my brain trying to remember how to make a paper snowflake and vowed to check out eHow to see if the directions were there (of course they were – everything is on the internet!).
We don’t need paper snowflakes as it appears we will have our own share of snowflakes starting overnight – yesterday our local weather forecasters predicted 6 inches of powdery snow – today they say 6-12 inches of heavy snow for our neck of the woods. They are already calling it “Super Snow Day” instead of “Super Bowl Day” – the kids will be bemoaning that this snow extravaganza will occur on a weekend and not a school day, all the while keeping their fingers crossed that the predicted 24-hour marathon snow event yields them a snow day for Monday.
It was not a very memorable trip but I want to keep walking as much as I can so I don’t have to start from scratch in the Spring. I walked 23 miles in January and drove 3 miles.