Cold! It did occur to me, that January might not be the best time to set off on this challenge. Really, though, this the first time that it’s truly felt like January. The wind is sharp and thick clouds hide the sun. As I walk toward the lake loop trail, I’m worried how bad it may get over the water.
As it turns out, it’s pretty pleasant. The bluffs block the worst of the wind, even as it ripples the lake. My gloves don’t stay off for long when I stop to take pictures or write, but I’m comfortable enough with them on.
Even in August, the white sands of the quarry look like snow. Today, it feels so natural, it’s easy to forget that it’s not. Floods, not snow, are the problem today, though a little is predicted for tonight. I drove through water on highway 94 to get here and Katy trail detour signs line the park.
At the base of the Katy Trail access lane, the trail is damp and dense and soft. It certainly doesn’t look fun to ride on, but I don’t see flooding from here.
A tiny bird taunts me from the edge of the campground, flitting from tree to tree and endlessly calling until I finally catch sight of it.
Summer calls, with dreams of bikes and tents and traveling, even as I abide in the beauty of today.
Rambling ... 