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Photos by: Pam Anderson
Pike Island Hike & Snowshoe by Pam Anderson
The
snow was sparkling silver; the sky a cloudless, sapphire blue as seven
ULLR’s, one guest and a dog ventured onto Pike Island. The
temperature had been 10 degrees in the early morning but quickly rose
to the high twenties by 1:30.
We followed the circle trail; some of us hiking and some snowshoeing;
past tall, stately pines, swamps and open areas; always keeping the
rivers to the left. The open Mississippi gurgled softly; the
edges looked brittle and ominous for any animal or person venturing
onto them. A lone black crow sat on the half submerged branch
ignoring us as we passed by.
Black-capped chickadees were seen darting about the sun-drenched masses
of boughs and could be heard singing the cheeriest song of the north
from within the branches. A delightful highlight of the trek was
seeing three deer frolicking on the frozen-over Minnesota River as we
began on the curved trail towards the bridge. One slipped, fell,
and then rejoined the others once he managed to right himself. It
didn’t seem to dampen his spirits. With the ice being
unpredictable and treacherous, we were glad when they heard us coming
and bee-lined off into the woods, their white flags quickly
disappearing.
After several
hours of aerobic exercise, due to icy conditions and slow going, the
bridge back to the main land was seen as we rounded a corner. I
heard Sally say “We’ll all sleep good tonight”.