Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
First Skiing of the Year
We finally have enough snow to get out skiing---went on a trail just a block away but have to drive 4 miles since it's across the river from our house. Not very many people out today, so we were making our own path part of the time. I go ahead to set the pace and John follows on my nicely groomed trail. What a deal! Snow was hanging from the trees and part of the way is through a deep thicket. We kept remarking about the incredibly beautiful scenery. Here he is just as we are starting out. We finished on a sad note. A woman had lost her dog on the trail and then her daughter had come to help search and got stuck in a deep ditch. We drove along the road bordering the wetland park, hoping to catch sight of the dog---no luck. Nice scenery, though, especially this old falling down house.