Edit: Uh…these pictures are actually from today. The 10th of March. I’ve decided to keep my original post title as a tribute to the distant planet to which my brain briefly wandered as I threw this together.
So that’s what unmitigated sunshine feels like! But even though it was in the 60s today, there were still some wintery remnants to photograph — namely, the ice formations on the sandbar. It’s a little hard to reach the sandbar with most of the river ice having thawed now. The deepest part of the most direct route down there is only about a foot and a half, but I don’t have waders and wanted to reach the sandbar unscathed. I thought I could scoot sideways along the length of this felled tree, after the end of which there was only about eight or nine more feet of ice to the sandbar, which I could scamper lithely across. So I tried just that, made it to the end of the log, gingerly reached out with my foot for the nearest fast ice and stepped down very, very lightly, and of course immediately broke it and my leg sank into the water up to my shin.
I probably should have figured this would happen considering I was present when more or less the exact same thing happened to my dad the other day, but he tried a different path and I thought my ice would be a little surer. Least the river’s not deep and the water wasn’t actually that cold. My boots are not watertight, though, and lots of water got into it. Ohhhhh well.
I took a gajillion pictures today; I had to stop when I ran out of room in my memory card. Here are some of my favorites.