Dear Liza,
The East Side of Laurelhurst Park was quieter, but still full of adventure. Firwood Lake was frozen all around the edges, making for mysterious-looking layers of ice and branches.
As we rounded the lake and headed up the hill, we saw that the high winds of the night before had claimed some victims.
Two massive Douglas firs had toppled, blocking two different trails. As always, I was sad to see the fallen giants.
I took a dozen pictures near the closest fallen tree, trying to get some sort of perspective of its size. This was the best I could do, taken from just up the hill and showing the whole east end of the park, with folks walking away from us in the distance.
By this time, our toes were numb and our fingers were aching, and it was time to head home. We treated ourselves to some yummy hot cocoa after our hour outside in below freezing weather, feeling very adventurous and justified!
I hope you enjoy whatever adventures come your way.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 