Woodpecker Tracks and The Principle of Situational Awareness

We're still rambling around in the ice, in the gold, blue and white wonderland.







Soon I'd climbed so high the Toothless Lady could no longer be seen.







I saw a familiar bird take off from the snowy road, and stepped off the side so I wouldn't obscure its tracks with mine.

I was talking once with a friend of mine, comparing notes. He said that if he were on a first date and she