Our first hike of the trip was the 2 mile Eagle Trail. I really wanted to do this one in particular because of some of the pictures I’d seen online. They had shown that it had a lot of different interesting features. What I didn’t pay any attention do was the difficulty. Difficulty isn’t something that I’d ever really paid a whole lot of attention to, mostly because there isn’t anything like that around here.
For this trail, the difficulty wasn’t in incline or altitude change so much as how uneven a surface you were walking on. If it wasn’t a woven crisscross of roots, it was haphazard rocks. There were a couple of points near the water’s edge where the trail got incredibly narrow, which was fun when you ran into people hiking in the other direction.
The first third or so of this trail was heavily wooded with a few smaller rock formations along the way. It was such a rich, dark vivid green, it was almost unreal. I hate that none of my photos even come close to doing it justice.
It sort of reminded me of the kind of scenery you’d see in some fantasy movie with an enchanted forest, but not the dark, creepy kind. It was so pretty there under the trees. I could have spent hours in there just taking pictures and would have if it had just been me and not the entire family.
Once you got closer to the water’s edge, there were a lot more rocks and the landscape and feel of the space really changed, becoming harsher. Even though we were really close to the water, sometimes within a few feet, there weren’t a lot of places to see out onto the water because it was still really heavily treed.
One of the things that was really fascinating along this hike were all of these little cave like areas. Some were way bigger than others, able to hold multiple people and others would have been barely large enough for a small animal den. None of them went very deep into the rock, but were enough to give a sense of space and wonder. These were some of the kids favorite places to explore along the way.
The middle third of the hike was this really rocky area along the base of the bluff and the water’s edge. This was one of the most difficult areas of the hike because of all the rocks and how many narrow paths you had to take. There were more points where you could see out across the water, but there were still a lot of trees along the shoreline, which is something that kind of surprised me in general about the peninsula.
By the time we got past the last of the bluff area, things got back to being similar to how the hike started before thinning out even more. Even though it was only about a 2 mile hike in all, it was still pretty intense. I didn’t get any pictures after the rocks. Mostly because I’d already taken way too many and what I was seeing wasn’t much different, but also because I was about out of gas and getting cranky. I discovered the backpack I was using had a rough spot that rubbed on the skin on my shoulder since I was wearing a tank top and had to have my hand around the strap to protect it. We were all pretty wiped out at that point and were more concerned about just getting done. As exhausting as it was, it was an amazing hike.
The chokecherry is probably one of my favorite trees and I’ve posted about it before because of that. This year, the timing was perfect to have the windows open for a couple of days when this was in full bloom, meaning I could sit here and just be enveloped in the absolutely wonderful smell those blooms produce. Sadly, they only lasted those few days. Now we are down to the bloom/seed stalks left after all those gorgeous petals have been blown away.
I’m also hugely saddened that my second tree is struggling this year and it looks like half or a little better died off over the winter. It had almost no blooms on it because such a small part of it made it to spring. We’ve had that one in the ground for probably 3 years now, so it really hurts to lose so much of its size.
Image can be purchased on TJs Pixels site.
So yesterday was apparently no exception to the pattern my life seems to be on lately and crazy was the theme. Early in the day, I made a cool connection to help promote my book. Maybe. Fingers still crossed on that and I will have an update when I know more.
I am ready to be done with snow and winter. I’m ready for sun. And warmth. And flowers. But that isn’t happening. We have yet another winter storm headed our way for the weekend. My kids have now missed so much school they will be going later than I ever remember them going. They only have a handful of days left to miss before they are no longer required to make up any more. I didn’t even realize that was a thing. BG has also missed so many dance classes because of the weather, they’ve had to make up a special schedule for make up classes or these poor kids won’t know their routines for recital.
I try really hard to not wish for tomorrow to get here. Trying instead to enjoy the day I have in front of me, but the cold and the dreary are starting to get to me. Even as pretty as winter has been, giving me loads of wonderful opportunities for photos, I’m beyond ready to get to the point I can open my windows again.
When I was out the other day doing my snow hike and filling my camera with lovely images, I had a couple come out… odd. I love them, but… they look like I edited them or applied some sort of filter to them. I didn’t. The first one I noticed was a pic I took of BG in front of a bunch of snow covered trees. When I got home and got it in my computer, it looked like I had Photoshoped her in. It was such a weird look. Cool, but weird.
This was the other one. When I looked at this it looked like I’d run it through some art filter that gave the image way more outlines than should have been there, especially towards the top of the image. Again, nope. This is entirely untouched. It is kind of interesting what kinds of weird things can come out in an image when you just use a camera and nature.
…just doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. MC saw all the snow clinging to everything yesterday and said it looked like Christmas. It does make a pretty contrast, but… yeah. Not yet. It is all mostly gone today, but the cold is hanging tight. Feels more like January than November.
I obviously enjoy a wide range of books across many genres, but the ones that tend to stick with me the most are the ones that can give me a story about the imperfections of humanity and do so with a strong emotional impact, be it through humor, joy, anger, love, tears or grief. As long as the story fully engages my emotions, I’m probably going to really enjoy it, but even more so if it has a central focus on family.