It was 36 degrees F under mostly clear skies at 6:45 this morning as I headed out to Meadowbrook Park on Discovery II.
There were few obstacles to an enjoyable ride, but one was uncertainty about where and how far to go. Funny how the process of anticipation and decision-making can get clogged with past impressions, with wanting to repeat or avoid them, or to experience something new.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to jump off of this mental treadmill once I got going.
At Race and Windsor saw the sun disc coming up, and had lots of time at the red light to get out the iPhone for a shot.
Decided to take the “small loop” of Meadowbrook for a change. Stopped to look at the dry prairie plant remains against the sky.
As I approached the path that curved southward back into the park, saw a shape running westward. A little farther down saw the waving of what I assumed were tails. A lot of motion, but didn’t see any deer, exactly.
Got off of Discovery II to walk toward McCullough Creek and see the alder trees on the banks that beavers had chewed, years ago.
Stopped again and walked from the path to the creek to see a place where a sapling spanned it.
A lot of people love Meadowbrook Park, but they apparently don’t all agree on how to do it. I must say that it’s hard, a judgement call, how exactly to “preserve ” or “restore” wildness in a small space.
No Helebores but yes pussy willows!
vigorous uphill ride!