We took a detour on our way to Springfield to check on our favorite frozen waterfall. Now if you look closely you can see a flowing tongue of water breaking apart its’ icy shell.
We redid the same hike in two seasons and found them not to be the same at all. Fewer eagles and more tourists for starters. Also we spent less time looking down (those stairs are slippery in Winter) and more time just sitting on benches with our eyes closed soaking up the sun.
Missed you warmth.