So close to perfect

I’ve been cooped up in the house since Tuesday, so my husband and I went out in search of adventure this morning – I suggested we try Roger’s Grove, a park with broad paved paths along the river.

First, let me say that it’s pretty incredible that any city that has two feet of snow dumped on it five days before Christmas manages to even think about clearing recreational trails when there’s commerce to worry about. We drove into the parking lot, and could see, over the four foot snowbanks, that the trail had in fact been cleared. Getting there (over the four foot snowbank) was going to be another matter.

My husband was not about to be deterred. “Let’s go home and get a shovel!” We did, and he fairly quickly managed to clear a path that with some swearing and dragging, we got me across. From then on it was clear sailing – well, as clear as you could expect, which was pretty darn good for three days after two feet of snow.

We spent about an hour on the trail, then he dragged me across the divide into the parking lot again, where we admired the beautifully cleared parking lot, plowed clean as a whistle – except for the two handicapped permit spaces, which were as pristine as could be under their blanket of snow.

(I’m really sorry I didn’t take a camera.)