"Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe..."
For some reason, whenever I ride from my house down to the state park, I forget that one of its islands is Picnic Island. I start singing about Christmas Island and can't go back...
The park had some surprisingly slim pickings in terms of animal tracks. Most of the deer tracks I saw were on Christmas, er, Picnic Island, and I did not see one turkey track in the whole dang park.
I saw two ice fishing parties on the little lake, and these guys (below) on the little stream that runs between the Mississippi and Minnesota rivers.
The Minnesota River had some cool ice chunks on it as it begins to turn more solid. My picture doesn't do it justice.
On the other side of the river is where my bike acquired its mud a few weeks ago. Today I learned that snow doesn't magically remove hardened, weeks' old mud. Who knew?
"How'd ya like to hang a stocking on a great big coconut tree?"
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