It is officially the season of "mud". The sunday stroll was a pleasant walk around neighborhood roads experiencing "break-up", where the goo beneath the dirt and gravel thaws and bubbles. It is a nightmare to try and travel on by car. Let's hope you still have shocks when you hit the pavement at the end. Wear the poligrip. It's a jolting wonder. But....when on foot, it's a not at all bad. O.K., I felt like I was hopscotching in some spots, avoiding the puddles and slick spots. All the while, I was holding my inner-child back from jumping right in.
It's SPRING! No more ice on the roads, and it is pure delight. From the yellow sign, I get the message that there is no fast walking allowed in the area, so I'm keeping my Tasmanian Devil speed in check. I'm keeping the gloves on for a short while yet; it's still chilly.
The Mr.'s ski trails are now bare, and after drying out for a few weeks will be great hiking trails. (well, take note: the big, black furry fellows will also be meandering through the countryside. Share trails with caution.)
It's SPRING! No more ice on the roads, and it is pure delight. From the yellow sign, I get the message that there is no fast walking allowed in the area, so I'm keeping my Tasmanian Devil speed in check. I'm keeping the gloves on for a short while yet; it's still chilly. The Mr.'s ski trails are now bare, and after drying out for a few weeks will be great hiking trails. (well, take note: the big, black furry fellows will also be meandering through the countryside. Share trails with caution.)
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