We woke this morning to the mercury hovering around 23 in its frosy, glass tube. “Let’s go for a hike,” we thought. Duh. What else do you think when it’s 23 degrees and snowy outside?
And so we dug out and layered up with long johns, fleece, buff, coats and boots, and took Gil out for a ride in the chilly Westchester air.
Thanks to Bevin for the great suggestion of the Cranberry Lake Preserve. We stopped in at their Nature Center where the ranger made a few notes to our hike plan, and then we were off.
Though the weather was windy, we were well-prepared and actually grew toasty warm once we got moving. The three mile hike was a snowy wonderland. About 6″ of snow and ice blanketed the trail, giving us a beautiful winter wonderland to explore. Though the trail was well-blazed with orange, purple, blue and red — we found the rabbit and deer-print blazes even more noticable. Yet despite the plentiful snowy prints, the only wildlife we spotted were two hungry woodpeckers knocking for snacks.
Two and a half hours later, we picked up Gil and found a Little Spot in Westchester to replenish our calories with onion rings, hot dogs and a hamburger “wedge.” (Note: for all you non-New Yorkers, what we called a “grinder” in MA and a “Sub” in NC, they call a “Wedge” in Westchester — who knew.)
Saturday’s going well – Conrad has a little undisclosed location for tonight – this weekend just keeps getting better and better 
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Sounds like a perfect way to spend a frosty Saturday!!! Oh how I remember the days dad & I would pick up, pack up, dress up and then head out on frosty trails looking for the elusive deer, rabbit or whatever…and typically ended up seeing only animal tracks! And Yes…I do remember fondly the stops we made on the way home searching out places for instant gratification, warmth and buzz!!!…but never “wedges”!
Grinder…yes! Sub…Yes!…Wedge???…never heard of that one! Thanks for that bit of Trivia…
Dad & I were wondering what adventures you would seek as you shared this last weekend before you headed to China? Now we know (well…almost!!!)
Love you! Hope you took some pics of adventures along the trail!!!
Mom
Oh…one more thing…eat your heart out…Last night Dad & I went to a Hoe-Down at the clubhouse…what a hoot!!! Tonight, the clubhouse is hosting a Superbowl party…even these “oldies” can party hearty when we want to!!! Tomorrow..well that’s BINGO night! The fun just never stops!!!
xoxoxo
What? No pictures for us down here in our balmy 60 degree temps?
Mom R
A Wedge?
Yep, Scott. Now you know.
I grew up in Westchester and yes, it is called a wedge. I used to get strange looks in San Francisco and other parts of CA when I would order a wedge. When we were really young a meatball sub was called a meatball wedgie, I am serious!