Finally! Tami, Cookie and I got out to snowshoe the trail!
It was a beautiful day. Blue sky, crisp cold air, powdery snow.
As we came out of the woods and stepped onto the lake, Cookie stopped to look around. I knew the feeling. There’s just something about walking across the lake that first time, and seeing it all from a different perspective
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We walked right past the muskrat hut . . . .
and rounded the corner of our point by the eagle’s island. Right in front of us was a family, ice fishing.
Hugging the shoreline, we stayed on the ice.
“What do you say, we keep going?” Tami asked, as she nodded up toward the town beach area.
“Sure!” I said. We’d never been that far before. Usually we turned back into the campground at this point, then followed David’s red-dot trail home.
Not only did we walk through the town beach, but we followed the lake right up to where it first narrows
Tami could see a ton of people in the cove ahead, so she decided it was time to turn back. Besides, the Pat’s game was due to start soon. She wasn’t taking a chance on missing that.
So we headed back the way we’d come.
We did have enough time for me to snap a picture of Tami and Cookie though.
When we reached what the Wight’s now call the Turtle Release spot, we climbed the banking. Tami looked back and took one last look at the lake.
There were a few more people out there than before.
We didn’t see the eagles. And we didn’t see the Pileated Woodpecker (but we heard him plenty!). But it was a great hike.
We turned for the last few feet home
I sure hope we don’t get the rain on Monday the weathermen are predicting.
