Some days, after five inches of rain, the trails are just too wet to venture out.
|this is my apple-chewing concentration face!|
And some days there is just enough time before the next storm. The fallen trees have been cleared, the mud is minimal, and the trail stretches before you like lost hope.
And the rain clouds loom. But refrain from adding to the morass, and ferns explode, and we stretch into a trot we haven't done for months.
|clouds reflect on Avery Pond|
|ferns on moss on rocks|
I hope for more of those days.
|windshield ice feathers|
|finally a clear sunrise|