It was 17 degrees F under cloudy skies this morning around 7:45 when I rolled Shadow down the snowy driveway and toward Meadowbrook Park. Race Street (and about half the width of the bike lanes) was mostly clear, but a south wind blew toward me, making me even more mindful that I haven’t been biking as much as I used to.
Felt plenty warm in the ensemble of long down coat, sweatpants, mohair socks and waterproof boots, fleece gloves/ felted mittens, and fleece balaclava hood. But still didn’t want to stop for too many photos, exposing those cold-prone fingers to the heat-sucking air.
Crossed Windsor Road with almost no wait. It’s funny to remember my impatience before the system was fine-tuned.
At Meadowbrook passed the “wonky Christmas tree” without stopping and proceeded to the rabbit-statue bridge, carefully coasting downhill over the frozen footprints.
As expected, there was ice over McCullough Creek,
more of a white than of the dreaded black variety. Wondered what factors account for this; a layer of snow, perhaps.
Farther along got a shot of the texture of the frozen footprints on the path.
The bike tires made a satisfying crackle as they rolled down the path and over them.
Stopped to observe a little clump of trees along Douglas (more on that later) Creek.
It inspired a haiku:
Blunt-ended branches/ Made me wonder whether they/ Would leaf out come spring.
Got a shot of the Marker Statue presiding over the snowy prairie.
Then saw something (a beautiful graphic, I must say) that made me embarrassed:
I’ve been referring to this stream as “Davis Creek” for at least the last couple years, thereby spreading false information and ignorance. Alas!
For a brief moment understood the impulse to respond as our president might: “the sign is part of a malicious plot to make me look bad!” But so far I still have some capacity to recognize my mistakes and stand apologetically corrected.
Here exemplified is a pitfall of blogging, and of instant mass-communication in general: I can say whatever I want without checking the facts, without even realizing my “facts” may be wrong. As time allows, I hereby commit to minimizing such sloppy editing.
Near the Freyfogle overlook got some shots of the winter manifestation of purple coneflower
and compass plant .
Got a view of the winter prairie from the Freyfogle overlook.
Farther along, stopped at the Windsor/ Vine bridge over McCullough Creek
and wondered how the hole in the ice had been made.
Stopped later on at this relatively new Meadowbrook sculpture
which in my view is reasonably harmonious with its prairie surroundings. I see it possibly as the shoots of prairie plants or as flames of prairie fire. Its title is, enigmatically, “Two in the Hand.”
Wondered how much ice and snow there would be this winter. Was glad to have witnessed its presence today.