The intense yearning for spring has hit me. So, the stormy skies didn't bring a smile to my face this morning.
K and I did a short snowshoe hike, but the deep snow with an icy crust made travel very difficult. We crawled our way up to Hug Hill, hoping that the mountains might peek at us. They didn't. But, K did a trick for me on the top!
I had to rev her up to get her to take a playful pose. Her mood tends to mirror mine to an eerie extent. If I'm lacking spark, she usually is too. We should have brought R today - he makes it his mission to make everyone be playful and happy! Alas, R had plans of his own for an excursion with the other biped in our pack.
After our hike, I headed out on the dirt road for a bike ride, always a highlight of my day. Almost immediately the upslope clouds moved inexorably toward me.
Very soon thereafter, the snow started blitzing me from the sky, reducing visibility to almost nil.
I headed home, and K with her octopus expressed my malaise perfectly. It's time for spring!
I should be as adaptable as the hibernating bears. When I visited their den almost a week ago, I picked up memory cards containing photos from a series of very warm days between snow storms. Alas, the bears didn't rev their bodies back to full speed despite the balmy 40 degree weather. A bear appeared at the den door twice each day to nibble on the snow. However, I couldn't tell which bear made each outing because they never emerged fully from the den. I suspect that each bear ate snow once a day... but that's nothing but a wild guess.
Here's a clip to let you visualize how slowly they were moving.