This elf just cracks me up. I mean, what is his deal? "I fix airplane with screwdriver! Duuuhhhh!"
It is snowing as I get ready for my first snowshoe run ever. It took me 20 minutes to figure out the patented "Quick-Fit Binding System." Good thing I didn't get the regular bindings or I might still be out there.
I rarely ever run the main paths, so the snowshoes provided me an opportunity to find out just what they were all about. It turns out they are about 3 miles end to end.
I believe I once walked this path with my wife. It had ribbons near every poison ivy patch, which meant they needed an awful lot of ribbons.
A wondrous span across the river. Our creations astound all but the simplest mind. No, I take that back. I am astounded as well.
There really wasn't all that much snow, but I felt the need to at least try out my snowshoes once before my upcoming snowshoe race. It seemed prudent.
A view facing the Millyard. Millyahhhhhd!
The chimney across the way is located in the...Millyahhhhhd!
More of the same, really. Perhaps I take too many pictures. Query: In capturing the moment on camera, do I lose the moment for myself? Thinking that way makes my brain hurt.
It looks like this way was plowed during the previous snowfall. Either that or it was for a reenactment of Caesar's siege of Alesia in Gaul.
This is pretty. As Jack Palance once told me, "Believe it...or not!"
Look at all the drops of snow in the middle of the steam. They remind me of the candy known as "Nonpareil", which means "without equal." That candy is a little too big for its britches.
Also pretty. And artsy. And nice. And good. And therefore, I am content.
This is another part of the Falls I had never seen. Now that I have seen it, my life seems somehow all the better for it.
A big ole' pond, covered in ice, which is covered in snow. That's the way it is in winter, chum.
Under the overpass, I am overlord of the underworld.
I do so love a straight path through the woods. I ignore the fact that many trees and plants died to make this view possible, to say nothing of what Mon Mothma told me about Bothans (if you get that joke, we are brothers in all but blood.)
You can tell which way is North by the side the snow grows on the trees, I think.
A deadly hedge of strangleweed guards the canal from intruders, but only on this side. Who planned such weak defenses?
The course here doglegs to the right. Typically, a dogleg bends at the point at which a good drive should land. If you want to make par, it better land there, buster, or you will be in a world of hurt!
Another straightaway, borne on the backs of cleared forest vegetation, as the mariner in the Watchmen was borne on the naked backs of murdered men.
I conservatively ran twelve miles for my first ever snowshoe run. I am the very model of moderation. I feel somewhat confident about my upcoming 5k race.