In case you weren't sure, it's winter here in the Copper Country, with snow falls over the weekend making everything white. But back in the archives, it can still be fall! We're going to spend some time today taking walks, with the first one being from a walk Joyce Tormala took back in 2005, with her four-legged friend, Paco. Throughout the years, he's joined her on many a walk to the beach and along country roads.

Then two years later, Joyce was out walking again, but this time she had a different four-legged friend, her kitty followed her on that cloudy day back in 2007. I wonder if those were storm clouds brewing UP there?

Another walk in the woods was captured by Joy Ziemnick, just last year in 2016. They were at the Prickett Dam area when she snapped this shot of her hubby, Jim and their four-legged companion, Sherlock. Sure looks like it was a bit warmer than we have it right now here in the Keweenaw.

The fourth photo is a more recent trek into the woods with Fred Koski somewhere in the Three Lakes area just a couple weeks ago. What a great shot of a coyote he spotted along the way and it looks like the coyote spotted him, too.

Since we're already in the woods today, I figured we might as well take a wintry walk there, too. The only sounds you'll hear are the crunching of the boots in the snow and perhaps if you listen really hard, you might hear the snow falling from the trees!

I can just imagine the peacefulness that Sherlock
and Jim felt on their walk. And we have cats who
take walks with us all the time. They're more
like dogs. We have had snow here in MN, but it's
gone now and the weather is beautiful for mid
November.

Great pictures, Love that video. Looks like someone left their snow machine behind.

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Awwwww....Paco! Recognized him instantly! Miss ya!

FOXY COYOTE.

Give me silence, water, hope...
Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes..

---NERUDA

give me a walk thru the woods....peace and quiet: :O)

Kipp our Miniature Australian Shepherd and I walk
timbers and meadows all year long. Some walks go
up to 3 hours. Does a body and mind good.

I recognized Paco right away too; miss Joyce and Paco!

On this eve of Opening Day, hoping everyone is safe and successful in their hunt!

The video would be almost perfect if Charlie had recited Robert
Frosts "Stopping by The Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST

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 darkest 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.

We had to memorize this about 60 years ago in 7th grade. And I still
remember it even though I did copy it above just to make sure I
remembered correctly.

I sure enjoyed the pictures--especially the coyote. Nice bonus to
find poems by two of my favorite poets.

This is what we had to memorize in Mr. Twigg's 5th grade class at Silver Creek Elementary in Marquette Michigan. I Still think about this poem every fall..

When the Frost is on the Punkin
By James Whitcomb Riley


When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

Thanks for the memory, Lori. I never had to memorize that poem,
but I do remember my mother reciting it to me when I was a child.