Urban Bushwhacking

Hello,

This morning when we walked, we used the sidewalks because they looked clearer than they had the day before. We abandoned the street with its occasional car in favor of the sidewalk in the park. There were places where the water had pooled in the low spot so we took off on the grass. Walking along the dog park was treacherous indeed. The water was often the full width of the cement. Sometimes it was frozen solid and sometimes not. We quickly learned to step lightly to check it out, however not before we slopped thought some inch deep stuff.

We had to walk on the grass because the water was particularly extensive, but the conifers were almost intruding on the path. It took some effort to push against them in order to get out of the water. Neither of us was wearing boots. Then there was the occasional pile of dog poop that required extra attention to avoid. That was when Mr. Bradway, who has had experience bushwhacking in the real mountains laughed, “This is urban bushwhacking.” Guess now I can say, “Been there, done that.”

Later that sharp eyed Leroy spotted a deer feeding in the woods. It seemed to ignore us completely even thought we could have sat in the same pew in most churches. Then we noticed two more and in a little bit spotted a third lying down even closer to us. With this snow half melted, the dead leaves exposed, and bare tree trunks standing intermittently, they blend in almost perfectly. If I looked away I had to spend a little time finding them again.

This evening it is raining a little. I wonder what the streets will be like in the morning. If it freezes we might just stay home and chase each other around the house.

Paula