When it was light enough to see outside, I was surprised to see that it had snowed!
My farrier arrived at 8 AM and concurred that the snow was quite a shock. We’re feeling a little cheated out of our Fall trail riding season when there’s no bugs, the woods are beautiful, and it’s a nice mild 60’s to 70’s — not 20’s to 30’s!
I got 50 bales of hay delivered yesterday. I’m used to getting 100 bales at a time so this looks pretty meager.
But both Murphy and Luke did a quality check and gave their approval.
Despite the dusting of snow and sudden freezing temperatures, Java and I still took a drive up north. We went to the Jay Cooke State Park, which is not very far from Duluth.
We started on the path that took us to the swinging bridge that goes over the St. Louis River. The bridge didn’t so much swing as bounce up and down and make a loud squeeking noise. It made Java a little nervous.
But the view was beautiful.
The paths were a bit tricky and I had to be careful not to trip on rocks and roots or slip on the wet, slimy clay. Java kept me from slipping backwards a couple times.
There’s still quite a bit of green to the treescape. But the maple leaves are as lovely as usual.
We had two does cross the path in front of us but they were gone in a flash, much too fast for me to capture a photo.
Java had bursts of energy and mischief. I know I shouldn’t let her play tug a war with her leash but it makes me laugh and I have a hard time discouraging anything that makes me laugh.
I was reading KB’s blog Romping and Rolling in the Rockies today and I like the way she describes the draw of being outdoors, no matter what the temperature, of taking on physical challenges, and spending time with our animal friends and the animals that so often hide from our view.
The sound of the rushing water blocked out all other sounds at times, including the troubled thoughts that tried to whisper their way into my head. The park was a sight, sound, and piney scented extravaganza! It lifted my heavy heart.