Feeling guilty this morning because I never go down to the beach in the winter. Part of is that we've had unusually warm weather, bears are awake, and I'm afraid of bears. But I sucked it up and went down the hill.
Lots of big timber around.
I love the way the water polishes the roots of the trees along the shoreline and the way the icicles build up where the creek meets the rocks. In summer, snow melt from the top of the mountain will bring the level of the lake up to cover these roots.
I collect things from the beach and stack them up on the dock. Just checking on them. Confidential to the neighbor kids: I WANT MY TURTLE SHELL BACK.