Saturday, January 29, 2011
Bad Times for Dogs and Lovers
That is pretty limiting, unless you wish to risk being hit from behind by a trash truck.
Anyway you can find some clear roads. The sidewalks, with a few exceptions, are gone. My walk is shoveled. My son did it this time while The little Woman and I were away. My two neighbors to the East have shoveled. We three wise men from the East always do. But we are more the exception than the norm I fear, so as stated, the sidewalks are gone.
At least the dogs have the Bark Park. This is most likely where Mr. Great Dane was heading.
The Bark Park was quite crowded this morning. Where else could they go?
What about the People Parks? Not so inviting and not so crowded.
This is Saturday morning, two days after the storm passed through. It came in on Wednesday and left early Thursday morn. It left a lot of itself behind for us to remember it by.
It is odd how these storms seem timed to disrupt trash pickup. That can was put out yesterday morning because that is the schedule. It remained there, still full, all night long. I tried to move it last night, but it has froze into that snow bank and I couldn't break it free. I couldn't even lift off the lid.
The trash man did come today, just as I got home from snapping these pictures and he managed to empty it and free the can. I bet those trashmen just love these snows.
Anyway, back to my plight. Seeing Bellevue closed I figured the other State Parks would not be passable. The paths there had still been somewhat impeded by the last snows. I had walked a couple, but there were definite difficulties involved. I was certain they would be impossible now, except for skiers and some fools on ATVs.
However, I thought of Talley Day County Park. Perhaps their walkways were cleared. Here is where I parked and got out of the car.
The man walking his pony-sized dog was on the entry road to this park. Ah, my hope sprung eternal until my hope sprung its spring.
In fact, my only hope now seems to be spring.
On the right is the opening path back to the playground.
No, I could only walk around the road that encircled the playground and the basketball courts, just a big circle around and back to the parking lot.
Even this was less than great. The road wasn't wide and I had little room to get over anytime a vehicle came by.
Ah, another marker of a trail head, but no trail. I know it is there somewhere.
I mean everything is very beautiful and all, but it is like the gorgeous Hollywood film queen, we can look but she is unattainable to this mere mortal. I want nothing from this winter ruler except to traipse her lines and admire her, but she has dropped her vail and pushed me away.
"Forget it, silly man," she mocks me.
Not today, no soupy pond for you. Come back, two months! Maybe!
Maybe then this trail head will be open.
Bring a bright orange round ball so we can find it after each drivel.
Or did you bring your tennis racket for a fast game or two.
First we will need use the rackets to shovel off the court.
Me thinks it is going to be a long winter. Next Tuesday the groundhog will be called upon to make his proclamation on the remaining days of gloom and bluster. If he sees his shadow and all that, you know? Hey, if this keeps up they won't even find Mr. Groundhog's burrow.
Frankly, my guess is Mr. Groundhog packed up and went to Florida weeks ago.
I drive back to home with not much of a walk under my belt. I fear I will not being getting much of one tomorrow or Monday either. I fear what is under my belt may begin to expand if the show doesn't begin to dissolve.
It isn't dissolving though.
Our main roads are in fair shape, but all the side streets remain a mess. Look down any avenue and it is snow from curb to curb.
Right now there is a bright morning sun, but it is just false security. It will fade to gray by lunchtime and the forecast calls for more snow this afternoon and into night.
Hey, Tammy, you say you miss the snow? You are welcome to come take some off our hands.
Below are a few more photos I took this morning.