You get busy. You overlook things that, if you would’ve just taken the time, would’ve really brightened your day. I connected up to Leg 3 by going to Magney-Snively trailhead this afternoon. I’d forgotten (or never knew) how many overlooks there were on that section. I decided not to overlook the overlooks.
Overlook, overlook, overlook. If you say it a lot, it starts to sound weird.
It rained a lot the past few days. But as the kids were playing piano in their Suzuki program spring festival, I could see the blue sky appearing through the skylight of Weber Hall. I enjoyed the music and enjoyed the idea of heading out after the concert.
Leo barked when I asked him to join me. We had the trail to ourselves and visited all the glorious views of Spirit Lake and Elys Peak, which we visited the other day. There were at least six great spots to overlook the mighty St. Louis River.
On one of the overlooks, we could hear the call of the white throated sparrow. It’s a modest call. You almost never see the sparrow. You’re just in the woods, in the north, and there’s the melancholy simple call. It’s my favorite bird call. I remember hearing the bird in the White Mountains in New Hampshire growing up. It meant I was outside and up high on the side of a hill. Kind of like today. I think some things you hear and see are coded into your DNA. They resonate and you can’t explain why.
Anyway, we bashed through the mud. It was a good time. Here are some pictures.
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