Monday, February 29, 2016
But I still haven't answered the question yet, have I? The other two pictures won't help, so don't look at them yet. You'll have to read my story to find out the answer, and I really am going to get to it. Really. So read on.
I was expecting this warm day for awhile, so I had big plans for it. Then when the day finally came I woke up kind of late. I also ended up with lots to do at home. When I finally got out it was already mid-afternoon. That's not really a very good start, is it?
As I was leaving I had the idea to go to downtown Sioux City and take a look at the Missouri River. I could get some good pictures there, and the day wouldn't be wasted after all. It's when I got down there that it all went wrong. I will tell you now that I was kind of shocked by what I found.
You may have already guessed. Maybe not. There is a parking lot down there from where you can sit and look out at the river. You can also walk down to the edge of the river. Nope. None of that. The frozen wasteland you see in my pictures is that very parking lot. The last two pictures show the wall of snow and ice that is blocking the view of the river.
Most people like to blog about the beautiful things they find in their travels. I do some of that, but mostly what I have always done is try to show reality, good and bad. This may be considered bad, but it's really very interesting, at least to me. And I had a good time with the adventure, and with the story. That's what's important.
But wait, there's more! Not really in this post. But this wasn't all I saw that day. I visited more stuff that I think was a little more productive. I'll show that to you in my next post, which will come halfway soon. I think it'll be kind of interesting in a historical sense. You'll see. I'll talk to you later.
Monday, February 22, 2016
Years ago when I was still in Michigan I was writing a new blog post every day. There was no kind of weather tough enough to stop me from going out to my nature parks. I remember going out in the pouring rain to check on the geese at one park. I went out when it was still dark. I went out when it was so foggy you couldn't see more than a few feet in front of you.
About two thirds of the way into the park there is a creek. The creek had been there for a very long time because you had to go down three big hills - I guess they would be called hills - to get to it. The creek must have been a very wide and deep river at one time in the distant past. Now it was a small creek at the bottom of what was once that big river.
When I got to the top of the hill going down to the creek I was very conscious of how steep it was and of the slippery covering of snow. That still didn't matter. After a few steps my feet both went out from under me. I slid down that whole length of the hill all the way to the bottom. I was moving so fast all I could do was hold my camera up in the air and hope it didn't get damaged.
When I finally got to the bottom I was glad to realize that my camera and I were both unhurt. I was also now more focused than ever of just getting back out of the park. Once I got back up the other side of the ravine - that may be a better word for it - I was just fine. The rest of the way out of the park was all flat land. It's those hills that get you.
So now I finally come to the end of this long written post. I'm reluctant to go to my nature parks because the snow covered hills are potentially very slippery. I'm going to try anyway in a few days just to see what it's like there. Maybe I'm worried over nothing. I guess I'm about to find out. I'll talk to you later with the results of that.
Update: Now that I'm finally posting this story temperatures are warm and the snow is all melting. Now all of my slipping and sliding will be on mud.