The snow had finally stopped, which wasn't altogether welcome — it was fun living inside a snow globe for a few days — and a stiff breeze was drying off the wet parts of the road. The problem was that it was freezing the slush almost as quickly.
I'm a fearless walker ... until ice enters the picture. I have a healthy respect for it and will be glad when it melts away. Until then, I will make my way through the landscape very slowly ... if at all!
(Above: where ice should stay, in my humble opinion!)