I am slowly figuring out that the way to enjoy winter is to take pleasure in the small things: a good cup of tea or hot chocolate on a cold afternoon, watching the same Downy Woodpecker at the suet feeder each day, watching a hawk hover over a meadow looking for supper, the chance to listen to good music, and – of course -the company of good friends. And if my head is in the right place, even the vagaries of the weather — sunny one moment, windy and gray the next — can be a pleasure.
Yesterday was cold and windy in town, and my head was definitely not in the right place for finding pleasure in the weather. Nonetheless, I wanted to be outdoors, so I headed out to York Bridge, which crosses the Missouri River above Hauser Dam. There’s a nice little trail there that climbs a hill above the river, and I hoped that there would be a little sunshine out there as well.
As I pulled off the road near the bridge, the wind was blowing like a bugger, but I stuck to my guns. There was snow on the hillside, but it wasn’t deep, so I headed up. My reward? Sunshine. Pretty warm sunshine at that. And of course …. a not-too-shabby view.
The only other tracks I saw on the way up were deer and rabbit tracks, but when I reached the ridge, I saw a line of large canid tracks heading along the ridge. No person with them, and definitely big enough for a wolf. What do you think?
I’m going with wolf, because that gives me pleasure!