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winter jacket mens mens winter coat Two Harbors Minnesota Hikes

Great start to the trail along with a good choice for a day walk. You will find nice views from pine covered ridge tops, a walk through an old growth forest with lots of wild flowers, spectacular Crow Creek and the Crow Creek Lavas, Wilson Creek with banks of red glacial till, and the scenic Encampment River with banks of Glacial Lake Duluth clay. Similar to the breath of the glacier, the cold mist creeps over the parking area, forcing us to use fleece jackets. Using the fog comes silence, a basic that makes us talk in whispers. There is no wind. After four days of a steady breeze off the great ice machine called Superior, theres nothing to rustle the very first leaves of spring or part the long fingers of grayness that swirl around us like smoke from a campfire. This spring continues to be wet with rain steadily falling to fill bogs and swamps and make the woods dripping wet. The wetness adds to the color of the tree bark: dark, brownish-green from the aspen, dark gray to black of the maple, creamy white from the paper birch, and vibrant green of lichens and moss growing about the bark. The woods, according to Judy, are holding their breath waiting, awaiting the suns rays and warmth that will let them work their spring magic.

Great start to the trail along with a good choice for any day walk. You will find nice views from pine covered ridge tops, a stroll through an old growth forest with lots of wild flowers, spectacular Crow Creek and the Crow Creek Lavas, Wilson Creek with banks of red glacial till, and the scenic Encampment River with banks of Glacial Lake Duluth clay. Similar to the breath of the glacier, the cold mist creeps across the parking area, forcing us to put on fleece jackets. With the fog comes silence, a quiet which makes us talk in whispers. There is no wind. After four days of a stable breeze off the great ice machine called Superior, theres nothing to rustle the very first leaves of spring or part the long fingers of grayness that swirl around us like smoke from the campfire. This spring has been wet with rain steadily falling to fill bogs and swamps and make the woods dripping wet. The wetness adds to the color of the tree bark: dark, brownish-green of the aspen, dark gray to black of the maple, creamy white from the paper birch, and vibrant green of lichens and moss growing on the bark. The woods, according to Judy, are holding their breath waiting, waiting for the sun and warmth which will let them work their spring magic.