That road runs past the entrance to my driveway and I consider it a treasure, never to be taken for granted. On it I can walk a short way or many miles and do so in all kinds of weather. From it I can drop down to the river and catch a trout for dinner, or hike up several miles, take a side road and get into some very wild back country. On it I have seen Fox, Coyote, Cougar, Bear, Porcupine, Raccoon, Rabbit, Wolf, Deer, Elk, Moose, Bighorn Sheep, and all kinds of birds, from hummingbirds to wild turkeys. One of my fondness wishes would be that everyone could have such easy access to such a road.
At the current temperatures, the crunch of snow underfoot has become the “squeek” of icy snow, but my best friend Buster and I walk at least four miles every day on that road and enjoy every inch of it. (He will sniff out anything that I might otherwise miss.)
I posted one several days ago of a sunrise. That was taken from inside the edge of the steam. It’s like a dense, shifting fog and quite wet and cold. It coats the trees along the river with a frost that looks like hoarfrost.