My lady friend and I trudged down the street to the conservation area that has miles of trails which the snow mobilers have been ripping up for the past two weeks. The temperature was in the low 40’s and the sun was pale and tired looking. Layers were quickly shed as we trekked down the trail and across some rather narrow footbridges that spanned an ever-widening melt stream.
We followed the hoof prints of a rather large buck that had been stripping a branch of its bark.
The wood was quiet, expect for the low gurgling of the stream that ran parallel to our trail.
We trekked for an hour up to a horse pasture off Glendale Road that was desolate. Not a single animal was showing itself. From the pasture you could see a glorious panoramic view of the “Seven Sisters” mountain range.
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