The snow at last is going. I loosed the chains of winter.
But back it came.
The geese are trying to get north.
When it cleared, it turned to rain.
Next day was foggy.
The next day, the mountains could not be seen, but a gleam of sun enriched the wet trees.
The temperature dropped, and in the shade the raindrops had turned to ice.
Up onto the north bluffs I went.
The naked sand is patterned by the wind and rain.
What a change to walk on quiet, soft ground. Here is a recent moose track.
And a much rarer sight – a caribou track.
This burned stump yielded an unexpected lichen garden.
Time to go home and beat the next bit of weather.
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