It got louder as I climbed. It was like the thunderous roar of a river – but there was no river; like the rushing wind through a pass – but there was no wind. Looking up, the tops of the trees were strangely still. I could have used an umbrella but it wasn’t raining. I could barely hear my snowshoes as I walked. But the sound was mesmerizing. Every tree was coated with a thick layer of ice and as the temperature of the morning warmed the ice began to fall. A cascading effect, starting at the tops and picking up speed and volume as it knocked more ice on the way down. As it hit the surface of the crusty snow it was crashing and bouncing liked someone dropping millions of marbles. They continued their bounce and roll down the slope like an army swarming toward you, and around you, and beyond you.
Each season has its beauty and within each season is such variety. Play time this winter has been great!
Hello SPRING!!
Each season has its beauty and within each season is such variety. Play time this winter has been great!
Hello SPRING!!