The snow cover was complete and a soft, cold crunch accompanied me along the way. There were few tracks in the snow: a meandering mountain tire, a person walking their dog, but mostly unbroken trail. A few geese circled overhead and landed in the nearby lake, undaunted by the snow or icy water. Two young deer, a doe followed closely by a buck, crossed the trail in front of me, more curious than afraid. All along the way I listened to the sounds of tires rolling over snow, ice and leaves.
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