Wrayal and I decided to take a trip up Fir Mountain Road and see if the snow had melted. He loaded his dog, Jenny, into his DMC sidecar and met Walter and me at my house. We headed up Sywers Drive, which was impassable just a couple of weeks ago, and then up Fir Mountain to Huskey.
We loaded up and headed north on Huskey, to see how far we could get.
We only went a couple of miles further before prudence made us turn around. The snow was slushy, maybe a foot or so deep. The Jeep ruts were just a little too wide for the sidecar tracks. It was getting pretty sketchy and the tracks we were following were growing fainter. Rather than risk getting stuck we turned around.
We came across some velociraptor tracks in the snow.
We stopped and had a picnic of venison peperoni ( thanks Scott!) washed down with hot chocolate laced with rum and Irish cream.
We poked around a bit on the way home, spending a very pleasant Sunday in the woods.