Winter seems to be upon us. This week was wet . . . and bone chilling cold.
Each year we seem to need more time to adjust to the season of snow. Usually the transition from fall to winter is enough, but for some reason this season seems particularly short.
Perhaps the days are moving faster?
Either way . . . here we are . . . well into November and still thinking it’s October.
The weatherman suggested that Wednesday would present some sun and perhaps be a bit warmer. So we headed up to the river.
The sun did not break through the overcast sky and it never got warmer than 37º. Thus we only spent a couple of hours on the river.
That said, our time was marked by the presence of a Bald Eagle perched in the Osprey’s snag. So fierce!
We pulled out the Drone for a water survey. The Crooked River is at it’s winter time low level.
Finally, when the chill became too much, we sipped on mugs of hot tea, enjoyed some roasted chicken, and shared a slice of delicious cranberry cake. So, all was not lost.
By December we should have acclimated to winter and be better prepared for frigid days on the high desert.
We know there will be breaks from these arctic fronts, where sun-filled days outnumber the dull gray ones. It’s just this week was particularly dull.
