Last Saturday morning, Boh and I woke up early, and part of the way through my first cup of coffee and my bowl of muesli, I had a thought — wouldn’t my sweet dog enjoy a special walk? So we bundled up, hopped in the car, and enjoyed a solid hour of cold-weather Saturday morning strolling. (Well, I strolled. Boh mostly bounded.)
This is Boh waiting patiently while I photograph the waterfall.
It was a crisp, clear morning, and the sun was just starting to break through the trees to hit the path as we walked back toward the car.
Awesome tree roots.
Walks are much more pleasant with hand knits. (In particular, my thanksgiving day mitts.) Happy Friday!
barefoot rooster 
Happy Friday to you, too! That walk looks like a wonderful way to start the weekend (and I’m sure Boh wouldn’t disagree) … as do the handknits.
that waterfall is beautiful! winter walks are under-rated :)
Ooooh, I’ve been there! A very long time ago. Across the lake right? :-) Pretty even in winter.
I could use a long walk today. And since that isn’t going to happen, I thoroughly enjoyed yours.