The forecast said Sunday
was going to be the last beautiful day for quite a while. So I packed a
lunch and a camera and took to the woods.
The
explorer in me likes new trails...but I detest driving long distances
in order to hike. So I ended up back at our old stomping grounds --- Sugar Hill in St. Paul.
Luckily, nature had
changed the face of the riverside trail since Mark and I last walked it,
so there was plenty to explore. Most striking was a tremendous rootball
uprooted by a fallen sycamore at the river's edge. I couldn't resist
clambering to the top and perching fifteen feet above the ground while
listening to the swollen river rush past.
After sunning for a while, then walking another mile to St. Paul falls,
I decided to bushwhack back to the parking lot. On the way, I was
treated to several shows of cliffside seeps plus icicles in a railroad
tunnel. A fun adventure for a sunny Sunday!