Yesterday was a bust as far a walks went; Skye and I managed a short trip around the neighborhood after the snow stopped. We ended up with about 4 inches of the gloppiest snow I've seen in a while. Cold temperatures overnight solidified it like iron.
Today was clear and cold, never quite breaking 32, but not windy, so the beach was reasonable. Skye I and went alone; Georgia chose to cook instead.
So bright!
Peeps! I'm still not sure which one.
A fly by from a low flying float plane.
The tide was high, and the beach narrow, and we didn't linger here long. The most dangerous days under the cliffs is when they start to thaw from a freeze. Only 6 teeth.
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