So lately, with all the snowmobile traffic, Pouch Cove has sounded like Toronto when the Indy is in town. I am exaggerating only slightly. Today it rained all morning and turned the deep snow to mush. After the rain I made my way outside intending to go for a short walk but the need to revel in the rare silence drew me up into the hills above town. I made my way up a trail I had not explored before, past this lake I had not seen before.
In an area recently logged, up a hill, in the crevasse of a rock; these wonders. They are lichen I have not identified yet, they seem to be fruiting; funny thing to do this time of year.