A dry cold

_MG_1315.JPGIt’s the middle of winter and we’re in a drought, so much of the visible life around here is dry and dormant. Beaver Lake’s down enough to expose black swirls and patches of leafy lake bed. I went to its Lost Bridge Trail a couple weekends ago to find some life that hasn’t hidden away for the season. Some of it was unexpectedly and lusciously green, no matter how many times we’ve dipped below freezing. Then there’s the life of the water itself. You know by now that I love a lot of things about water; one of them is how it can be such a perfect canvas for color and gradient and energy.

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Sorry for the long wait; I got bad food poisoning a few hours after this hike, and even after that I felt a little nauseous looking at these pictures. Stay healthy out there, and keep an eye out for the color that’s still around.

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June in February

_C1_9670.JPGThis past weekend was ridiculously, bizarrely warm. Fayetteville on Saturday reached 81 degrees, 9 above the record and about 30 above normal for a February day. According to the National Weather Service, it’s more typical for late May and early June.

So that made this year’s Polar Plunge, a fundraiser for Arkansas Special Olympics that involves jumping into Beaver Lake in wacky costume, considerably less polar than usual. Not that the participants minded. The umbrella-jellyfish were my favorites.

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_C1_9624.JPGAfter that I headed to Fayetteville’s Wilson and Walker parks, then took a stroll on the Razorback Greenway the next day. A year into my very slow journey down the trail and I’m finally into Rogers.

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_C1_0162.JPGWe’re a bit closer to normal now, which is for the best, I think, though it’s gloomier. Thanks for looking.

Dan

October color

IMG_7883.JPGThe birthday hike’s becoming a tradition.

This year’s was at a new corner of Beaver Lake, the Lost Bridge trail at its north end. Sunday was bright and warm. Acorns pelted the layer of fallen leaves. A southern wind whistled through the rigging and clanged the bells of the ships floating in the cove. A busted pier or two littered parts of the shore, with tiny pieces of Styrofoam lining the water. It would’ve been almost creepy if it weren’t such a beautiful day. I guess that’s fitting for October.

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IMG_7889.JPGThanks for lookin’.