It was a no-name puddle, but it deserves a name. I'm calling it Deadstick Pond.
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| The ice looks thick enough to walk on. I didn't try. |
From the highway, this pond is only visible in the winter; a screen of alders and thimbleberry bushes hides it with the first spring leaves. This afternoon, around the next corner, I noticed an old road, blocked off now, that curved back towards the pond. I found a parking spot and hiked back.
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| A wider view. It's a small pond; this is about half of it. The highway is just beyond those bare trees. |
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| More sticks. And a cartoonish head with a little hat. |
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| The road in. Those footprints are not mine; they're almost twice my size. Mine are the slight depressions to the right. The snow was frozen so hard I barely broke the surface. |
And I brought home a pocketful of goodies to show you tomorrow.
Haha ... naming a puddle is no small matter but you pulled it off beautifully with Deadstick, Susannah!
ReplyDeleteHi, Maria! I even marked it with the name on Google maps!
DeleteHahaha! That'll have me chuckling all day.
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