It took me hours to clamber around one trail on snowshoes on the partially crusted snow. The second trail I'd planned to hike was impassable--too many frozen trees in the way. The third trail was too steep and icy for me to get far. So in the end, I gave up: I shucked my snowshoes, drove to Belfast harbor, and walked out on the Footbridge to watch ducks bobbing in the falling tide.
In the chilled harbor
ducks posture for mates.
When you feel it, you feel it.
Entrance to the Stover Preserve. See why I didn't get far? |
The icy forest of the Stephenson Preserve |
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