I'll open this report with a picture of the bare birches as they now stand in the campground. Contrast this picture with the one on the previous page where I took a picture of places in the sand where water had washed down in rivulets to create a birch-like design. At the risk of falling, I am always looking up to view the beauty of these trees etched against the blue sky.

The latest storm produced another round of snow to add depth to the existing accumulation. Once we were able to get out, I made my way over to the campground to see if I could navigate my way to the beaches and into the wooded areas. Here is what the approach to Head Beach looked like. The wind creates "snow waves" along the shoreline. Walking through these "waves", the snow was over my boots. I hated to distort the beauty of these forms.

The waves were sizable, and the tide was higher than I usually pick for my walks. You can get an idea of the ocean activity by the new picture on the home page. I tried to capture one of the large waves breaking, but wasn't too successful. Isn't always that see a giant wave, and by the time you pull out your camera, the waves have diminished in size. Meanwhile your fingers are freezing as you await the next monster wave.

I proceeded over to Joe's Head, finding deer tracks leading to another fresh deer bed where I had seen them before. This one was at the base of a spruce tree, granting some protection from the storm. Sanddune Beach was glorious with its pounding waves and snow designs on the rocks. This picture was taken on the Ocean Sweep sites where again the wind created waves in the snow. Somehow, looking at those snow waves make it understandable how wind creates the water waves. The snow looks like white water, don't you think?

I made my way up to Osprey Point, trudging along in snow only tracked by deer. They do move around and I flushed a few as I approached that high point. Actually, I was looking for more Poplar catkins up there, but I think their emergence is slowed by the exposure. From there, I headed over on Cross Island Road to see if the porcupines were out and about. They were, again emerging from their overnight quarters under the latrine on Western Reach to plow through the snow. I still haven't followed these tracks to see them end at a tree where the animal could be observed. At one time I landed in a ball, when I was paying more attention to their tracks than my own footing.

How would you like to serve up a meal with this marshmallow topping?! Sometimes, there is no snow on these picnic tables, but in other less windy locations, you get some marvelous designs. As you can see, I kept seeing more and more inspiring sights on this outing. Even though it is March, I can't get annoyed with the beauty that has been served up in this new month.

My latest venture was hiking down into Totman Cove. As most of you know, there is a steep hill at the entrance which makes driving in dangerous, plus it is not plowed in winter. I was lucky to find someone had snowshoed down into the cove, making the hike somewhat easier. I followed that trail down to the beach and back without difficulty. Deer tracks criss-crossed the trail and found their way to the beach. The tide was too high for clamming, but my eyes danced across the sparkling water to the campground in the distance. What a beautiful place! Everything was snow covered, except where the tidal waters had melted any accumulation. Now, we are experiencing melting. Maybe we will finally see what is under that heavy accumulation of snow. 3/7/09 Ronnie, smiling back at the blue skies.........