Sunday, February 8, 2009

Cabin fever


No, we don't live in a cabin. And no, we're not sick.
But my-oh-my did we have a desparate need to get out of the place.
It's the sunshine that does it.
When the winds are howling and the skies gray, the choice is always to stay in the den. That's why they call it that, right? The den.
After a great snowshoeing trip yesterday in the sunshine, it was just too difficult to stay indoors today.
So we took a picnic lunch to our destination - Palisades Reservoir - and headed out, through field after endless field of bright, white snow.
Tracks occasionally broke up the whiteness, tracks of snowmobilers and of animals.
Swan Valley is famous for its winter deer herds and we saw lots of their tracks and a few of the actual animals.
The other plentiful sighting was of fishermen. Ririe Reservoir had about 100 with their tents and augers. They were set up all along the South Fork of the Snake. Palisades has a few and there could have been more, but we didn't drive too far along the shore.
Home now, we're both a little snow blind for looking out at the sparkling crystals on all sides for 150 miles, but it's better than that disease it cured.

1 comment:

Sally said...

Cord wants to say what cabin? He is learning blogging in school. He also wants to go ice fishing. Glad you had a good time.