Having survived that, we made the turn and (after a detour into the street after a far more blocked crossing halfway to the woods) we were faced with this...
But, we made that barrier as well and made it into the woods, where I promptly lost track of what was trail and what was not.
Remember last time we went? How I complained about the icy ruts that made walking nearly impossible? Well, same thing, with a four-inch snow covering.
Once past this pile, we were on the level ground of Dead Tree Lane. I did not verge off of pavement the rest of the walk- even though Scrappy fought tooth and nail to reach canal bank.
One good thing did come of it. I finally admitted that my poor shoes- valiantly holding together almost without benefit of material- were in need of replacement. They, along with the two pieces of carpet from work that I recently stuffed them with- are now enjoying retirement at the bottom of a trash can at Wal-Mart.