Winter At White Hill Wild Forest - Part 3

The dogs and I were hiking the access road in the White Hill Wild Forest (see also Parts 1 and 2, posted previously) and were on our way back to the car. Little Jack's energy had not diminished, and he continued running back and forth, his face showing pure joy:

But Clover had begun to accumulate snow between the pads of her feet and kept stopping, trying to remove it. I figured I could carry her if it got bad enough:

But then Seamus began having the same problem and kept stopping, trying to clean the snow out of his feet. I could not carry a 100 pound dog, so I just urged him onward:

And camera in hand, I enjoyed the wintry beauty and the companionship of my happy dogs:

This is one of my favorite places, though only the second time I've walked the access road. I hope to do so again in the spring or summer:

Fergus looked a bit like a small sheep, all covered with wool. His spring haircut was scheduled to happen in just three days, so he was lucky to have all that hair to keep him warm:

The little dogs had slowed down by this time but were keeping up with me. Seamus, however, was lagging behind as he kept trying to clean the snow out of his paws:

But we were all still happy and moving forward:

Sensing the parking area up ahead, Seamus picked up speed:

I knew we were almost there when I saw the sunlight up ahead:

And indeed we were. The dogs had lots of fun and the exercise was good for all of us. The wintry beauty was good for my soul:

A minute later, we were all in the car with the heater on, heading for home:

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:

Winter At White Hill Wild Forest - Part 1

I've been feeling so worn down by winter that I've had trouble getting myself moving, but one morning I managed to get the dogs in the car and drive to the White Hill Wild Forest in Parishville, New York. The parking area had about 6" of snow on it, but I was able to get in and park, facing downhill toward the road for an easy exit. I let the dogs out and we began walking:

Of course they were wild with excitement but, all in all, behaved well. Seamus and Fergus had an appointment for a haircut in just three days, so they benefited from extra thick fur coats. It was cold that day:

The snowy forest was lovely, though nothing could ever compete with the wintry beauty of our last hike here:

It appeared to me that the road had been plowed, though not recently enough for a regular passenger car to drive on. That was good for the dogs, though, and made for wonderful hiking:

They explored off the trail as much as possible, though the snow was deep and cold there. I noticed that they didn't stay off road for long or go far:

Little Jack always runs continuously, and he did so this time also:

I have to keep track of five dogs, some lagging behind, some running ahead, some exploring off the trail. I couldn't possibly keep all five of them on a leash, which is part of the reason I choose hikes where I'm unlikely to encounter anyone else. Luckily, my dogs are friendly and obedient, albeit excitable:

We were a happy procession, walking through the Adirondack forest:

Jack and Fergus did some off road sniffing:

And then we continued on our way, stopping to investigate interesting things every now and then:

I could see the opening up ahead where a beaver marsh was on the left. Jack, you may notice, was almost there already:

But we soon caught up to him and arrived at the beaver marsh. We had more exploring to do, and I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:

Winter Wonderland On White Hill Road - Part 2

Yesterday I posted photos of the wintry beauty along White Hill Road in Parishville, New York. This is Part 2, with more photos, and again I will post them without further comment. What else could be said? Clicking on a photo will enlarge it and enable you to scroll through them full sized:

Winter Wonderland On White Hill Road - Part 1

I drove White Hill Road in Parishville, New York one morning and was surprised and astounded by the beauty all along the road. So of course I got out my camera and began snapping photos. There was no need to fret about traffic as the road was so remote and untraveled. There isn't much I can add to the scenic beauty, so I'll present these pictures without further comment: