A perfect winter day it was, yesterday. And with perfectly wonderful friends to enjoy it with, delighting in perfectly clear smooth ice on Moreau Lake, and later the perfectly gorgeous ice formations along a tumbling creek. And my damaged cornea had healed enough to grant me, well, not perfectly clear views of all this beauty, but vision good enough to allow it to fill me with joy. (And my ears, too, granted me joyful pleasure, as I delighted in the eerie pings! and pews! of singing lake ice.)
Although the glistening lake looked beautiful under a radiant blue sky, we soon left the shore to enter the forest and follow what Sue has named "Zen Brook" as it tumbles down from the mountains that line the lake's western shore. Despite recent rains, the brook appeared dry, although icy remnants indicated that water had filled it recently.
As we ascended the mountain, following the creek, the water's volume increased . . .
This overhanging limb had sprouted masses of mushrooms before globular mounds of opaque white ice formed along the top.
We may not have been sure about the bugs near that particular cave, but we were certainly sure that Porcupines occupied some of the other caves. Even if we had not followed their packed trails in other winters back to these same caves, we could see even now faint trails in this slight bit of snow, trails that were littered with Porky's hairs and distinctive scat. In this photo, Sue is searching a trail to see if she could find some quills, as we've often done in years past.