Late Winter at Round Valley

I spotted this petrified polar bear drifting in the shallow chilly waters of Round Valley reservoir yesterday afternoon. How it got there I do not know. But I do know this is one fine place to stroll with numerous woodland paths and watery vistas. All at once I felt I was in the Highlands of Scotland and the backcountry of Yosemite.

A Fine Winter's Walk Along the Black River

Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The coldest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

     Robert Frost