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cornerofmadnessSo i went out to shovel the 4 inches of snow that fell/drifted (at least it was the soft, dry lightweight powder). I then jumped into a snow devil. It stings in case anyone's wondering. I then took a few pictures of the house then decided 'I know I'll go for a walk in the woods and take pretty pictures.'
Three steps towards the woods I remember why man invented snowshoes. I sank up to my knees with every step (and given I'm 5'9" that's saying something) so I get into the woods, boots full of snow but I'm having a blast (my knee isn't so sure about being overworked. It takes effort to drag your foot out of snow that deep). I go around and take my pictures (will scan when I get to PA). I run out of film.
I pout and start out of the woods. I find birch cones. One of my friend has been pestering me for them and now I found them. I pick them. I wander farther. I find small pine cones. Mom wanted those. Now my pockets are filled with pine cones and birch cones. Then I come across cedar cones. I add them to the snow and whatnot in my pockets.
I go further and freeze. I hear something. I go into hunter mode and I sneak up on the thing, thinking I'll see deer and damn I'm out of film. I round the corner silent (snow's good for silent running) and it's a bobcat. I stare at it. It stares at me. I make myself big and luckily it decides to run. Damn, i still have no film. I leave the bobcat alone and come back to the house (I'm only about 500 yards from the house to start with), look at the icicles, contemplate how pretty they are and how deadly they could be. I wonder if I could write a mystery about that. I come back in and have my hot chocolate.
In Florida I never acclimated, not in three years. I'm here 4 months and I'm out there without gloves or the coat buttoned. I mean, it's only 34 degrees. It's warm.
Three steps towards the woods I remember why man invented snowshoes. I sank up to my knees with every step (and given I'm 5'9" that's saying something) so I get into the woods, boots full of snow but I'm having a blast (my knee isn't so sure about being overworked. It takes effort to drag your foot out of snow that deep). I go around and take my pictures (will scan when I get to PA). I run out of film.
I pout and start out of the woods. I find birch cones. One of my friend has been pestering me for them and now I found them. I pick them. I wander farther. I find small pine cones. Mom wanted those. Now my pockets are filled with pine cones and birch cones. Then I come across cedar cones. I add them to the snow and whatnot in my pockets.
I go further and freeze. I hear something. I go into hunter mode and I sneak up on the thing, thinking I'll see deer and damn I'm out of film. I round the corner silent (snow's good for silent running) and it's a bobcat. I stare at it. It stares at me. I make myself big and luckily it decides to run. Damn, i still have no film. I leave the bobcat alone and come back to the house (I'm only about 500 yards from the house to start with), look at the icicles, contemplate how pretty they are and how deadly they could be. I wonder if I could write a mystery about that. I come back in and have my hot chocolate.
In Florida I never acclimated, not in three years. I'm here 4 months and I'm out there without gloves or the coat buttoned. I mean, it's only 34 degrees. It's warm.
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