|The gleaming diamond walls of a faerie castle?|
|Nope, just what's left of one of the last snow piles.|
Now at this point, I'm going to interrupt to bitch about Blogger. Why? Because I had half this post done when all of the sudden it went into it's "Let's move the picture everytime I try to add a caption" mode. In trying to get the pictures back where I put them, I tried to remove one and it deleted all but the very top of the posts. So, Google, the next time you spy on this blog (from Mountain View CA or Mountain View AR or wherever the hell you put Mountain View at next time)< please inform your people at Blogger that they are a bunch of brain-dead clowns that get 90% of their work right by fluke and accident. Thank you for your time.
And now, to go on- typing it out since I can't trust the dashboard to obey simple commands...
The sun felt good, the wind, not so much. We even ran into a dust devil! Our hope was that we might get a break from the breeze inside the woods.
The hope was well founded- but the entrance was the muddy, mucky mess I was anticipating (thus wearing the old, junky shoes for the trip.)
However, it dried out as we went DOWN hill. Gotta love that Purdue engineering!
Then, we saw a chipmunk- and the little fella actually posed!
I'm guessing these little mounds we ran into were from water trapped underground and then froze, making it stick out- much like my belly ay the bottom of the picture.
He was singing a fine tune with a distant buddy...
Stony Run looks pretty much like we left it...
But Scrappy caught scent of something by the bridge... and was almost willing to fall off to find it!
He led me along the creek bank after the mysterious whatzit...
But when he hit muck and water, I said, Turn around.
And when he wanted to climb the big hill, I said, Turn around.
Emerging from the Beagle detour, we came out at the ravine trail, to find the winter had been hard on that side of the woods.
I am beginning to think that the little ravine stream, once wet only in direst floods, is becoming a semi-permanent fixture. Damn global warming!
Meanwhile, Scrappy insisted on checking EVERY hole...
And nothing says "Let's make a big muddy eroded eyesore" like cutting all the small trees along the bank near the new foot bridge down. More Purdue engineering. You know, Purdue- People Under Reasonable Doubt of receiving a Useful Education?
Yeah, all that "flying south for the winter" stuff is a buncha crap. You stayed here all winter. You know it, I know it.
And I really don't think Scrappy's staredown of them is so much, "Daddy, I want to get 'em", as much as it is, "WTH are those things? Look familiar..."
Okay, time to post now.... assuming the fine folks at Blogger will let me...