What are the odds?

 

When two parties set out on a long road trip at different times, with no awareness of each other, then randomly meet up? 

That's what happened to John yesterday going into Lone Pine at the exact minute Amanda, her best friend Gina and the four kids were coming out. They were on their way to Wenatchee for a girl's shopping trip, and John headed in the other direction to Twisp. 

The sunrise this morning was pretty, although now it's clouding up again and expecting some light snow. Yesterday was a good day for driving though, and it was beautiful in Twisp. 

I walked down to the river, expecting to post hole through the snow, extremely annoying, but the surface was frozen solid. That was the first time I've been down there since last October, and sat for a while on a warmish rock enjoying the view. 

The patterns of ice along the bank looking exactly like winter landscapes from far above. Water physics is water physics-- just a matter of scale.

But had to watch my step in different way. You've heard of the "Trail of Tears?" Well, this is the "Trail of Poop" through the front yard.