Silence. No computer hum. No toad filter. No monster fish bubblin'.
Once I'd determined that it wasn't just our house on the fritz, but also the neighborhood and beyond, I considered the options. It was another unseasonably warm day out, so I decided to go out and get some nature.
Magnum had been working on revamping his greenhouse, so he could garden without "fertlizing help" from the cat and other area wildlife. But he decided to chuck all that fun and come along with me.
We headed out to Bear Creek Park, a nice little area, not for strenuous hiking or biking, more for just a relaxing time in the woods for relatively easy hiking and wildlife viewing and such. It also includes a nice nature center that is a fun place to take young kids. I took advantage of it yesterday to gain knowledge and appreciation for honeybees, since they seemed to have it in for me a couple of summers ago.
So it was a nice day for it, even if the trees were bare and the grasses were brown. There weren't too many others around, so the woods and creek were quiet and peaceful.
Since we were up, we thought we should at least log one geocache and found this one. It was a few paces off the trail, and this park is really big on preserving the area flora.
I was feeling a bit criminal about being off trail, so we signed the log book and dashed back.
The particular area we were in is also off limits to dogs so as to not disturb the landscape and wildlife. Strangely, we encountered two hikers with a total of five dogs. It seems in addition to us, there was a definite criminal element in the park!
On the song bird trail, we saw a grand total of two chickadees. I think the area song birds are aware that it's still February.
So it was a nice little escape. When we returned home, the toads were splashing and the fish were bubbling. I learned that power was out for about three hours, so I'm glad I didn't wait around for it. There's some sort of mystery utilities project going on up the street, and it temporarily killed our power.
Those guys were still working late into the night, which seems strange for a Saturday. Probably more criminal activity.