Sunset on Long Lake, N-P Trail
Today was one of those days... Jonah woke up at 5:oo AM, took his famous 42 minute nap at 8:45, then was promptly a crank-pot. In addition, I must be PMS-ing.. yippee. It was the kind of day where it was better for me to be alone than to make someone else's day miserable as well. It was the kind of day that I just wanted to escape to the woods, far away from civilization. Fortunately, although my son's sleep habits are less than desirable, he is usually easy to please and ready for an adventure. I wanted to take him for a winter wonderland trek- I could strap on my snowshoes and put him in the baby back pack; but 19 degree weather is a bit chilly for a baby, so that was not a choice.
You see, I have this drive, this urge, this "call of the wild" of sorts, to go out in God's great creation in all kinds of weather and just GO... hike, bike, paddle, ski, snowshoe, work up a sweat, breath deep, aaaahhhhh. The Adirondacks are particularly delightful, but Harriet Hollister State Park will do for today. I just HAD to go, HAD to let my feet tromp even 20 feet in the fluffy fresh snow. And what I really HAD to do was listen... to snow falling on trees, to snow falling on snow, to snow falling on a frozen creek. You have to go far from civilization to really hear what I am talking about. Have you ever listened to snow falling in the woods? I can not put the sound into words; I'm sure some amazing poet has. I wish Amanda was there today, oh what a beautiful photo it would have been... then you could have looked at the picture and heard the sound I'm talking about. I am far from a "new-agey" person, but there is something truly magical about trekking deep into the woods and listening, watching, standing, being still.
Spruce Lake (I think)
Some day, Jonah will be old enough to trek along side me. For now, I must be satisfied with our brief but intense few minutes we had today at the park. We shared the park with one deer, who crossed the road just in front of us. Other than that, we were the only souls there- Jonah bundled in his hat, two hoods, a coat, and thick fleece blanket; me in just a coat and hat; I really just wanted to immerse my whole body in the crispness. I swear Jonah was trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue.
Clean and Modern facilities on the Cold River
Near the beach on South Lake
By the way, these photos are completely
irrelevant to the snow theme, but I couldn't find any winter wilderness photos. I think all of my winter photos were taken before I had a digital camera!