As I started out I questioned my choice to wear my hiking boots. Last night's snow was melting at an amazing rate, so I knew my plan of snowshoeing was out. But, the roads looked clear enough, perhaps I should have biked today!
But, oh the mud was not far ahead, I don't yet have fenders on my bike, so I would have ended up a mucky, soggy mess. I took a trail I'd only taken twice before on my skis, up to Tuttle Hill. So beautiful. I trudged through the fresh, untouched final snow of the season, went off trail and saw some amazing old shelf fungus, drip patterns and new greenery peeking through the glop.