After days of being trapped at home, we finally got out of the neighborhood early last week. Our neighborhood was still covered with ice and the plowed snow piled up on the curbs made it difficult to share the roads with traffic, so we headed out to the state park.
At first, I wasn't sure we'd be able to get a walk in because there was snow blocking the entrance to our normal parking lot, but we drove farther into the park and were able to find another spot to start our adventure.
|No boats in the marina right now.|
We had plans to go out on the beach to get more pictures of the lake, but when we got to the best entrance to the beach, I sunk in up to my knees (although the girls were able to stand on top of the snow with no issues!), so I decided it was best for us to turn around.
The girls didn't mind, though. On the trek back to the car, there were plenty of good smells in the tall grasses along the trail. Rye wasn't going to let a little snow keep her from enjoying those smells.
And what one dog does, the other dog has to do, too.
My cheeks were freezing and I was ready to get home to have some of the soup I'd made in the crockpot the day before, but the girls didn't think twice about plunging their faces deep into the snow.
Days like this make me wonder if there might be a little bit of ostrich in their DNA.