Thursday, May 21, 2009
Walk to the Waterfall
Roughly a mile from our house (as the crow flies) is a rushing little creek with a waterfall called Annie Falls. Jack and I walk there on nice days by following the snowmobile trails crisscrossing the hills south of town. We pass wildflowers scattered along the trails together with the leafing paper birches, willows and pines; ponds and temporary bogs that are home to ducks, woodpeckers and turtles. We crunch our way over the gravel trails (plentiful with hoof tracks from the deer that live everywhere around here) until we reach the dirt track that winds up the bluff overlooking the falls. It is hound dog heaven. It is close to my idea of heaven as well.