Still January

Hasn't gone away yet.  Overnight low -1 F, newspaper walk +3 F.

Rumor has it that February won't be much better.  But we have to get through that to reach Mud Season.

I'd better go skiing to stir up some exercise endorphins.

Turkeys

(No, not all you people out in Internet Land.  Well, some of you people out in Internet Land . . .)

Flock of wild turkeys on and by the road on my way back from dropping Wife at the nature center.  Five or six, on my I'm-still-driving-on-snow glance, with one of them standing his ground and keeping a beady reptilian eye on me while the rest ambled along.  Road-guard at the crossing.

Skis!

(Probably should note that I don't mention every ski outing.  Biking, yes, because of the roadkill/no-roadkill statistics.)

Excellent trail conditions, if you ignore the two dogs blocking my way at about the 16,000' point of the loop.  Appeared to be friendly dogs, but not particularly obedient.  Owner had to haul one off by the collar.  I just stood and waited, reminding myself that a ski pole makes a decent simulacrum of a boar-spear . . .

I don't trust dogs.  I know that reveals some deep character flaw, but probably relates to some 50-year-old scars from a boxer as big as I was, at the time.

4 miles, 50 minutes.