The months of the year, from January up to June,
are a geometric progression in the abundance of distractions.
In January one may follow a skunk track,
or see what young pines the deer have browsed,
with only an occasional and mild digression into other things.
January observation can be almost as simple and as peaceful as snow,
and almost as continuous as cold.
There is time not only to see who has done what,
but to speculate why.
(From a Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold.) I’m back. This afternoon it was 20°F and sunny, a beautiful, balmy day in the North Woods, and I made it all the way around our two-mile loop trail on skis without falling down once.