Got clobbered with a blizzard last evening. Will be dancing with the Ariens snow blower for an hour when I get home this evening. Winter has returned from its pathetic start to a normal U.P. affair. After that, time to finish my taxes.
Last Sunday, Benny and I photographed on the Black River. So as to not encounter the myriad of snow and ice covered stairs down to Rainbow Falls from the typical access point off Black River Road, we chose the "backdoor route", crossing to the trail over the suspension bridge at Black River Harbor and hiking in the one mile trail through beautiful White Pine forest (on the opposite side of the river from which I normally take guests). Invigorating and beautiful hike.
"All sounds are sharper in the winter; the air transmits better. At night I hear more distinctly the steady roar of the North Mountain. In summer it is sort of a complacent purr, as the breezes stroke down its sides; but in winter always the same low, sullen growl."
John Borroughs, "The Snow-Walkers", 1866