Winter At White Hill Wild Forest - Part 2

The dogs and I were hiking the access road in the White Hill Wild Forest in Parishville, New York (see also Part 1, posted yesterday). A frozen beaver marsh was on our left:

I had to keep my right glove off so I could operate the camera, and my hand was getting cold. I began contemplating turning back:

Jack smelled something interesting and went to investigate:

And the Fergus and Daphne sniffed along the side of the road:

Ever the adventurous one, Clover marched right on into the forest to play Timber Wolf:

Daphne began to enter the forest, then turned and ran back to me:

But mostly we just walked, enjoying our outing:

And the dogs did some running:

But it was cold, so I called the dogs and turned back toward our parked car:

Fergus and Jack had to take one last sniff, but Daphne and Clover were ready to go back to the warm car:

And the scenery was lovely the entire way:

The dogs ran ahead, then I'd call and they'd run back to me. We were by now approaching the trail head. I'll post Part 3 tomorrow: