|The first branch in the trail|
|Still passable on one side|
I encountered a couple of people who were having the same difficulties, but like them I attempted to press on. When I topped the first relatively small hill though, I could see that the icy conditions continued in a steep rise over the next hill, although there was a clear space temptingly just in front of me. My frustration was complete. I felt defeated, but it would be reckless to continue and I knew it. You see, me and Ice don't get along. Confrontations generally result in broken bones for me. Not something that I need.
At this point a gentleman walked passed me without a care in the world, followed by three Scottish Terriers. He was having no trouble what so ever. As he passed he smiled, and no doubt having observed my difficulty in negotiating the trail, advised, as he pointed at his feet, that I should buy spikes for my shoes and where to buy them. Bless his heart. Needless to say I thanked him, before I turned around and headed back, with renewed hopes for future birding in the ravine this winter.
|Flock of Bohemian Waxwings fly over|
|Pair of Bohemian Waxwings|
I managed to snap a few photos of some Bohemian waxwings when I left the ravine, but nothing spectacular as you can see. My next act, being a somewhat determined person, was to head straight for the mall, where I purchased spikes for my footwear.
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