Continuing on – the Impulse Stop

On our day of wandering, we came home via a small back road that borders the lake near the intersection where we’d turn to go home. There is a small park there, actually a boat-launching area, that Kat and I visited at sunset a couple of years ago. On this foggy/sunny/frosty day, I decided to turn in to see how the lake was doing.

This tree was the first thing to catch my eye – how stunning it is dressed in its frozen fog!

Then on down to the boat launch area – but the floating docks do not spend the winter in the water. Similar to the cattle that winter in California and the campers that winter in Arizona, the docks winter on land, waiting patiently for the warmth to arrive.

On down to the shoreline where it becomes obvious why the floating docks are landlocked – it seems the docking area is ice locked.

The girls wandered slightly different directions, gathering information, checking things out – somehow Shasta seems to be more often where the camera lines up, investigating, investigating, what is this? Who has been here before us?

Frozen fog, hoar frost, clung to every nearby surface

a reminder of the many talents of Mother Nature – for this gift, I thank her. Quite often, my attitude is one much less appreciative.

The view along the shoreline is restricted – shrouded by the fog lingering over the lake. In one direction

and the other, a ghostly view

And so ended our day of wandering. We returned home, refreshed, rejuvenated – the big furry girls ready for a nap in a warmer, softer environment.

I hope you enjoyed this trip – for me, it brought enough.