The snow was mostly gone, although – as is the way with micro-climates – there were patches glazed with ice and slick with melting snow. But mostly it was soggy and brown with leaves.
The going was easy in spite of a sockful of icy water from fording a swollen rill without a split log bridge.
At Stoney Brook a lunch break was accompanied by a pileated woodpecker – its hammering silenced by the rush of the river and the brook tumbling over boulders.
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