There are old pieces concrete in the water near the boathouse. The ice forms beautifully on the places where it sticks out of the water.
Often the lake is at least partially frozen over by now.
All is quiet on the beach.
Despite the fresh snow and relatively low wind, we had the beach to ourselves.
Off into the woods we go.
Everything was so quiet, and peaceful. Especially when we went off trail.
This little guy was pretty much our only company.
The adjoining field was also lovely.
And back to the road, to go find some hot coffee and dry pants.
I'll have a post with more words than pictures soon. This weekend I have another writing project to take care of.