After the lights went out on Christmas afternoon, the Three Indian Princesses went out to play in the snow, and I convinced The Deer Hunter to hike up the creek with me.
I’ve written about the old logging roads and trails that criss cross the acreage around my house before-if you missed it you can read about them by clicking on the following:
The scenery was breath taking-there were intricate arches to walk under all along the way. Made me wonder if an earthly being could create something as spectacular.
In many places the snow had weighted down the trees till there was little trail left to walk in.
Funny how the white makes things stand out more than normal. The dead pines that have been ravaged by beetles stood out like they were finally able to get someone to pay attention to their plight.
And squirrel nests stood out like dark balls against the snowy skies.
There were icicles galore-some over a foot long.
When we peeked over the next ridge into the Pinhook Community-it looked like a Christmas Card.
And the view from the ridge across from our house-made it look like we lived in a forest of flocked Christmas trees.
By the time we got back home, the girls had tired of sledding and had built their very own Snow-lady named Patricia.
After we told them how much fun we had on the hike, they wanted us to go back-of course right then. We convinced them to wait till the next day. Drop back by tomorrow to see our 2nd hike-and to see the mysterious tracks we found on the way.
p.s. Here’s a mystery to tide you over till tomorrow. What made the hole in the tree? It’s about 15-20 feet off the ground. We have lots of red headed wood peckers here-but they don’t typically make holes like that.