This afternoon I went for a typical walk around our neighborhood, locally known as "Cy Maughan" for the guy who originally owned the whole place and eventually split it up - good ol' boy style (pre Comprehensive Plan) - into some of the most non-conforming properties around. We're basically trailer trash around here, with a few fancier houses thrown in. If you build a fancy house in Cy Maughan, you have to be OK with being surrounded by double-or single-wides, converted school buses and junked cars.
|Aspens with bright spots of color: rose hips!|
So my wanderings took me to the lookout over the Chewuch River canyon; it's one of our walk stops year 'round. The view is ever-changing and we always have to make sure the river's still there. It is.
|The Chewuch flows toward town, cutting through bedrock on its way.|
To get these shots, I clung precariously to a deer trail that cuts across the river bluff. Somehow it seemed less scary on the snow than the bare dirt; I'm probably nuts. Here you go.
|It looks different in the summer.|
|Ice, ice, baby.|
And now for a mackerel sky. Good night, day.