We have not gotten much snow in town this year, but luckily for us we can find a winter wonderland just a short drive away. We only got a little bit stuck in the ice on the way out of the trailhead parking lot.

Will I ever get tired of looking at and taking pictures of animal tracks in the snow? All signs point to a resounding NO. Will I ever get better at identifying them beyond "uh...some kind of bird?" That's a resounding maybe?

I find this bit of sculpture dedicated to this trail's namesake very pleasing.

Gotta keep hoping, gotta back it up by working for a better world... Loved this bit of graffiti we found on the trail.

I spent the first part of the afternoon yelling at our governor (through a screen! he couldn't hear me or anything!) while he gave his state of the state address. (He has been...not as bad as he could have been, and while I'm not entirely happy with his approach to the pandemic, he has at least taken some action, rather than the irresponsible entirely hands-off approaches  we have seen in other states .)

So this afternoon, it was off for a walk to remind myself of the (Very deep and very big) "love" part of the love/hate relationship I have with my home state. It's pretty damn gorgeous here, and I love how close I am to really great hiking trails.

My country is in turmoil, and it's a pretty frightening time, but walking along the river to look at ducks is always a good thing.