Sunday, February 21, 2010

Time for Tea



It is only possible to slog through deep snow for a moderate amount of time before thinking it is : time to turn around and go back, time to take up a new sport, time to stop and eat and drink! Too bad I hadn't made some sandwiches instead of bringing the goopy, dried fruit snack. I would really like a baloney sandwich. Well I have a thermos of hot tea so that will be great! Angus has run in circles for so many miles he is hot and is cooling his underside in the snow. His enthusiasm for trekking is boundless and he actually has some beneficial applications to any hike. He faces down bears! Not that the bears are out yet, but he went nose to nose with a big brown boar last summer. Thank my lucky stars I was riding Aydin, as I imagine Miss Nikki would have gone balistic. Aydin just stood there looking brave, as Angus woofed and Olive and Ginger took flanking positions to carry out their own little bear baiting event. Mr. Bear was well fed and decided to head up the hill post haste! However, being black and white and dumb all over Angus spent a happy afternoon treeing squirrels.



Angus said he was tired, so we stopped and I sat listening to absolutely nothing...Angus likes to cool his tummy in the snow. He was disappointed I hadn't packed him a snack, but was satisfied with a pet. He is very keen on going on these "hunting trips" Later on we came across and squirrel tree and he was so excitied...waits for hours for the squirrel to come down the tree he chased it up. Poor old Olive still comes along but she tends to follow in my footsteps now as she has certainly become and old dog this winter. Ginger doesn't come with us anymore. Her and Fergie keep the homefires burning and dream the dreams that old doggies dream.

Again I vacillated as to whether I would go further, but the sun and a rest inspired me so a trudged on, stopping sporadically, for another hour. That took me to where I got a bit off track last summer as the trail is almost overgrown. I have decided I must ribbon it . I don't like to do that as it gives others a hint about how to get to places in the territory I sumise to me exclusively mine. Too bad for me but I think necessary. Next week I'll either trek all the way or ride a horse in. I'd like to take Nikki the ATV but maybe I shouldn't work her that hard as she will foal in June, or I could take both of them and ride one in and the other out. I'll have to make a plan!

Can't Find the Landing

I had to go over and follow the shore until I saw the dock which I fell through a couple of summer ago when I was canoing with Ethan. It scared him as I was busy bleeding alot as i had scraped my shin from knee to ankle. At last I see the pier and set off up the hill through snow up to my knees towards the cabin and the line fence. I will just have to follow the line fence until I can recognize where the trail goes west.

The snow was so deep, I considered giving up a couple of time, but I picked up the moose trail that I followed along the lake again and they had broken trail up past the cabin to the first meadow where some poor pioneer (Joe?)had apparently tried to provide sustenance for his horses and cattle.

Found the hole through the fence going west and again prevaricated as to whether this was going to be way too tough a slog to be bothered going on. Well, this is suppose to be part of my training program for the Prague Marathon, and it is a bright sunny day so I carry on for another half hour before deciding to have a sit down and a cup of tea.

Off to Joe's Lake


Someone told me that I live in an interesting place...the middle of nowhere backing nowhere and leading off into nowhere. Therefore I felt obliged to share some of this wilderness with the world. Today I took Angus and Olive and set off across Pyper Lake to find the line fence some old pioneer (maybe Joe) put in and follow it into Joe's Lake. I have been on a quest to find a riding trail into it all last summer but was never able to find a way to get across the boggy ground that seems to go on forever up the valley at the end of Pyper. I can walk across on the beaver damn and catch the old trail going from the deserted cabin on the far side of the lake but I have not found a safe way across for the horses.

Regardless I thought I would make a winter trek in and have lunch with the dogs and return on the same trail.

On the way over to the landing we happened upon the area where the moose have been rubbing off their hair in anticipation for spring, which thanks to global warming, is upon us as we speak. I couldn't even see the pier so I could cut up to the line fence...ah...the lake has gone down so much this year it is at an angle and the plank across it going up, rather than over!