Exploring the banks of the Poudre River on a winter morning.
A little pre-holiday adventuring off Highway 14 on Poudre Canyon Road running towards Roosevelt National Forest, just outside of Fort Collins.
Where it was still shaded from the mid-morning sun, the water was frozen over several inches thick. I was thankful for my wool blend base layers. It was still and silent, as if the river was asleep under an icy blanket.
Where it was sunny, everything seemed normal. I wasn’t struggling so much with aperture settings. And I could feel my fingers on my camera.
It was beautiful country and had countless side-road areas I’d never driven out to before. Off Highway 14, there were several pull-offs that enable you to walk down to the river and enjoy the scenery.
The ice fascinated me more than the views actually. It was quite thick in places, so much so that you could walk out onto the water.
I was taken by river rocks; their coloration and texture paired with the currents frozen around them fascinated me.
While the intent was to actually head out on a hike, one can have just as good of a time wandering the pull-offs that dotted the road and never actually taking a trail.
Just goes to show it’s worth it to leave a little room for changes in plans sometimes.
Of all the places to see a double, full rainbow – I give you the Cheyenne, WY Walmart.
The accompanying sunset that evening after the rainbow east of Cheyenne, WY.
A few photos to share from a recent hike up to Arthur’s Rock at Lory State Park outside of Fort Collins, CO.
View of Horsetooth Reservoir from atop Arthur’s Rock.
I do look forward to returning to hike this very trail again, but I started out on little sleep from the night before and not nearly enough hydration. Would try it again in a heartbeat though – beautiful views for days.
A brief photo essay from a group hike to Hidden Falls at Curt Gowdy State Park in WY.
Wyoming public land where it’s far away and legal to practice target shooting.
Also known as one of my favorite places in the world.
A day of target shooting on a cloudy day.
Barn swallows were up to their usual acrobatic antics.
Willow flycatchers were everywhere. Once we’d put enough holes in our targets for the day, I snagged my camera from the truck and bounded off to start snapping pictures.
On the drive back I saw a number of hawks hunting.
A barn swallow, buzzing the thistle.
A little chirper.
I love that you can see light through the farthest edges of this swallow’s feathers against the sky.
Red-tailed hawks and prairie falcons appeared on telephone poles and railroad tracks, eyeing the area for any small critters moving about.
It’s a bit of a downer having to drive back to town to return to the world again.