It is what it is.
But like a lot of people, if I get out and hike or run, my dampened spirits begin to melt away with the rising temperatures. That was the case today. I hiked up through the neighborhood, onto a logging road near the reservoir, and in 17 minutes hit the snow mobile trails. From there, I run, jog, or slog along while Bailey investigates Every.Single.Smell. And 66 minutes later, I'm home--tired but rested and knowing Spring is nearly here.
Here are some pictures from the last few days.
|Bailey on the back deck during snow flurries.|
|One of the Three Sisters taken from my second floor.|
|Again, one of the Three Sisters.|
|Mr. Fournier's home with the Three Sisters in the background.|
|Books, snow... books and snow.|