Mike and I like to walk along the East Bay Bike Path. Our favorite section takes us past the Pomham Lighthouse in the Providence River where it meets Narragansett Bay. We often stop to observe big oil tankers and barges being unloaded at the Mobil terminal and especially enjoy watching the tugboats as they chug out into the bay to meet the ships. It’s amazing to watch two little tugs nudge a giant ocean-going vessel loaded with oil ever-so-gently into the dock.
At this time of year we mostly have the Bike Path to ourselves. This was the case a few days ago, the day before this year’s first snowstorm. Ours were only the second set of footprints in the fallen snow. The air was cold, the sky was gray and there was a mist that obscured the shoreline across the river. We saw a great flock of ducks bobbing all together in the water in the lee of a small island away from the direction of the wind. They seemed to know that bad weather was coming and had hunkered down. The lighthouse made a picturesque backdrop to the scene.
We were covered with snow by the time we returned to the car and my hands, despite fleece gloves were cold, but this walk, I knew, had to last us a while, since the forecast predicted 8-12 inches of snow and the path would soon be impassable.
Flash forward to the day after the storm, – 9 degrees. Mike’s outside clearing the snow, the birds have finally discovered our bird feeders, our roses have a natural protective layer of snow that will help keep them dormant when the temperature rises in a few days and I’m inside keeping warm, wondering how long we’ll have to wait until we can walk the bike path again.