After three days of 40F temps and rain, we are back to a bit of snow in the Western Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Still three feet or more of the white stuff on the ground and more in the woods. I may try to snowshoe in to some of the magnificent falls on the Black River to check on the spring melt, as the roaring waters are a visual delight to photograph during the break up. A word of caution-if you plan on the same, and are not familiar with the river, proceed with great caution. Deep snow can look like a river bank and simply be unsafe ice which can break off-sending you (and your equipment) to a bad ending.
And be these juggling friends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear
And break it to our hope.