I finally took some time to travel north up the hill.
The trip takes a little over an hour and is on a two-lane road which, at this time of year, is usually iced over.
The ice and snow does not slow down the big trucks much. If one of us slipped my little Subaru would not have a chance.
My destination is a state park where Trumpeter Swans spend the winter. Every time I have made the trip in the snow I have seen swans.
There are groomed trails for cross-country skiing.
I do not skate along and flit through the woods with the athletes, but chug down the track—not really skiing –more just stomping along on sticks. This time I am even less adventurous because I am carrying my precious camera.
The swans are easy to find. First go to the river and then listen. In the winter the big birds are less territorial and gather in flocks in shallow areas to feed.
Their calls and honks can be heard from far off especially when they are landing and departing.
They are magnificent. Well worth the intimidating trip.
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