After a week of dense fog, a few hours of sunshine is a rare treat. The roads and trails have made for slick running, but it's been fun. I'm feeling a little bit crazy for how much I've enjoyed the cold fog, but today reminded me how great a little bit of sunshine feels. With the first hint of light, Derek and I set off for a Saturday of wandering, hoping to see the ice a bit more before it all melts in the sudden sun. In a few hours of walking, we seemed to pass through three seasons of color and light. Remember blue sky? It's been a full week since we've seen that.
It's warm in the sunshine. A December picnic on the river before going back into the winter woods.
We heard a black woodpecker call, and found a sweet little, mossy nest.
