Walk with me Wednesday in the Wasatch Mountains.
Judy has a wonderful tradition on her blog called 'Walk with me Wednesday' and I have always enjoyed the posts. Sunday, after breakfast, we decided to take one last walk around Silver Lake before it is completely covered with snow.
Squirrels could be heard chatting and chirping in the trees and we saw their tiny foot prints in the snow. They are the last of the critters to leave this landscape, or so it seems. The swallows are long gone, leaving behind one lone mud nest under the eaves of the Nordic Center.
Only one small section of the lake was covered with ice, which was, in turn, covered with a thin layer of snow. Ice crystals have formed on the yet to be frozen surface, which resulted in an unusual reflection of Mt. Millicent.
On either side of the path secret formations, that have been hidden by summer foliage, now come into view. The textures and colors of winter contrast with the pure white snow.
A dusting of new snow has settled on the pines and the air smells rich with wet soil, pine bows and crisp clean air. Gloves and hats are very welcome, as a chilly breeze brushs our cheeks and high gray clouds block the sun. A quiet peace has come to the lake and it will soon slip into its ice covered shroud of winter.