With the abundance of snow, already about 18 inches this season, the trails have been transformed into a world of fluffy, then crunchy, now slippery beauty by the day.
The changing conditions provide enjoyment and contemplation beyond running while allowing me to run each step for itself... or else I might find myself plummeting from the edge of the trail toward a sudden halt against an old tree trunk!
After dropping back off from the high spots I circled around the water shed and through more hardwood, disturbing a gaggle of turkeys as they marched aimlessly through the woods in the snow looking for food. The roar of their wings was startling and I found myself running along that snowy deer trail in amazement at how things had instantaneously been transformed. One second I was crunching in the snow, the next drowned out by the awkward flight of these wild birds!
I then emerged into this meadow, which at its peak is the spot where I had taken the expansive photo about 10 minutes before. It is all so beautiful.
On and on I went following footsteps this way and that, where ever they led I followed. In this way I found a few new areas which as so unspoiled and natural it seems almost a disservice to be there. With this in mind I did my best to leave only a depression in the snow and remember to savor the moments in this amazing back yard!
I kept climbing on the return trip, and now the air was warming a bit, the ice turning to water and the trees dropping their heavy burdens. In some cases crystals of ice tinked along the crusty snow, rolling and tumbling downhill. In other places weak limbs gave way, crashed down and rested on the earth and this larger sound filled the hollars before again giving way to the tinkling of crystals.