A Walk to the Lake (1/16/16)

Today was one of those days where we tried to do too much in one day, and things didn't go as planned. It happens. I personally am notorious for this, but I have found that it is better to go with the flow than to fight it.

I wont tell you one of those "you just had to be there" stories, so I will just say that my boyfriend and I spent an hour driving (round-trip) to spend only fifteen minutes at Indian Lake County Park just outside of Madison, Wisconsin where we live.

We were dressed in many layers, and I personally had on three pairs of socks. The sun had gone down by the time we arrived at the park, and the lake was like glass.The trail was bumpy and iced over from the former footsteps of others before us. I was carrying my solid aluminum tripod, and the cold metal was transferring to my fingertips despite my attempt at keeping my fingertips warm. Bullett the dog was ecstatic to be there, his thick winter coat shielding him from the nipping air. Naturally, practically-hairless humans cannot withstand the biting winter cold the way a Pointer mix can. We decided to call it, our hands practically numb and the icy wind licking our faces raw.

We can laugh about our silly little trip, warm up with a glass of mead, and I can say that I at least took one picture.

Cheers.