…we managed not to fall on the ice.
If you know me well, you know two facts: (1) I sprinkle literary allusions into most conversations, and (2) I love being outside. Thus, a quick jaunt around Walden Pond seemed like an ideal way to spend the morning.
When we arrived at the park, someone warned us that the trail on the south side of the lake was covered in ice. Yet, falsely believing that we are seasoned winter hikers (or maybe just desiring to prove that southerners can handle ice), we chose to wander Henry David Thoreau’s old stomping ground.
Truly, the walk was perfect…until we reached the south side of the lake where, as predicted, a thick layer of slippery ice covered the hilly path. We charged (…er, I mean, shuffled) ahead, and I am proud to say that we arrived back at the north side without falling.
Despite the ice, we Thoreau-ly (thoroughly) enjoyed the beauty of Walden Pond.
P.S. We also stopped by the North Bridge while we were in Concord. Here are some bonus pictures: