The forecast said Sunday was going to be the last beautiful day for quite a while. So I packed a lunch and a camera and took to the woods.

The explorer in me likes new trails...but I detest driving long distances in order to hike. So I ended up back at our old stomping grounds --- Sugar Hill in St. Paul.

Luckily, nature had changed the face of the riverside trail since Mark and I last walked it, so there was plenty to explore. Most striking was a tremendous rootball uprooted by a fallen sycamore at the river's edge. I couldn't resist clambering to the top and perching fifteen feet above the ground while listening to the swollen river rush past.

After sunning for a while, then walking another mile to St. Paul falls, I decided to bushwhack back to the parking lot. On the way, I was treated to several shows of cliffside seeps plus icicles in a railroad tunnel. A fun adventure for a sunny Sunday!