We’ve just returned from a weekend getaway along the North Shore of Lake Superior. Winter was in all its glory with temps hovering between zero and below. Our days were spent marveling in the beauty of the area and of winter along the far northeast corner of Minnesota and across the border into Ontario. At Kakabeka Falls outside of Thunder Bay much of the water was frozen but there were still torrents plummeting over the edge, and the cold winter air caused sea smoke to rise off of Lake Superior. Along the Gunflint Trail people were out participating in and cheering a dog sled race, and there was also a fat tire bike festival taking place. It was good to see so many people in multiple layers of clothing, big hats, thick gloves, and heavy, big boots – all ready to embrace the adventures that are unique to a cold Minnesota weekend.
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Snowshoeing in the woods
We seem to be on a weekend snow schedule – the last three weekends have brought fresh snow. However this weekend’s precipitation has been followed by blue sky and plunging temperatures. I was snowshoeing in the woods yesterday morning. Temps were the highest they were going to be, 5 above, and the wind was starting to blow. I listened to the sound of my snowshoes dropping into the six inches of fresh light snow, and the wind that was picking up the powder and blowing it sideways. The brittle oak leaves would rustle in the strong gusts, then settle down to silence. It was eerily quiet and foreboding of the subzero temps that were fast approaching. Then I heard the sound of a snow plow truck, and I was reminded that I was still in the city and the “woods” I was enjoying are actually a part of the University of Minnesota golf course. A quick dose of reality that there is nature all around us, and it offers up its beauty to us whenever we want to get out and appreciate it.
Moving into winter
Last weekend’s snow disappeared with the rain that followed for a few days. Once again our ground was visible, and winter seemed far away. But the snow started falling again last night, and by this morning we had six inches of fluffy white snow on the ground and the trees. There was no wind, so the snow stayed where it fell, gracing the branches and trees. This delicate hydrangea bloom was a recipient of the dusting, and it seemed to sparkle with the flakes scattered over its blossoms. The temperatures have been below freezing the last few days and the lakes are icing over. This afternoon I saw a large skein of Canada geese heading southward. They were much higher in the air today as they continued past their usual stops in our area, knowing that they must continue further south to find open water. And there was a noticeable stillness in the air tonight; a nearly full moon shone down as the snow glistened in its light absorbing the sounds as we quickly move into the winter season.
Fresh blanket of snow
We woke up this morning to a fresh blanket of snow — on the ground and on the trees. It was a wet snow, and with little wind it was clinging to the trees and piling up on the branches. Everything was fresh and white. As the morning wore on and the temperature stayed near 30 degrees, people were out enjoying the winter landscape. I saw a family building a snow fort, numerous snowmen in various shapes and stages of development, people walking and running, dogs playing in the snow, and even some sleds were brought out for the first time this winter.
The peacefulness of a winter’s morning
The snow began after dark and continued through the night. It was a wet and heavy snow that blanketed the ground and outlined the branches and trees. In the morning the landscape had been transformed to winter. It was stillness and quiet this morning before Thanksgiving. I was at the golf course at Como Park where the oak trees on the far side of the pond still had their burgundy leaves. The entire landscape before me was quietly reflected in the open water. No ripple, no movement. Only the peacefulness of a winter’s morning.
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