Luckily I didn't know how cold it was before we set out for town. But, actually, it felt a lot warmer than the 19 degrees I found out it was when my friend txt-messaged me. And it was a beautifully bright and sunny day, so it was good to get out.
This is just a little snow alley we passed a block or so from our house.
Jackson tries in vain to escape the camera.
The bookstore was closed so we cut through the Coldwater Creek store and crossed the bridge...to get to the other side. Jackson warned me that there were a lot of birds up there and lots of stuff on the ground so I'd better watch myself. Such a concerned boy.
What you see when you look north from the bridge. Yes, it's as big as a river, but it's called Sand Creek.
What you see when you look south from the same spot.
This is the bridge we're standing on. This picture was taken about this time last year when we came to see if Sandpoint lived up to all the hype. We think so.
Once you're across the bridge, you're just this side of the railroad tracks and the train station is to your left. Straight ahead is the new Seasons resort and pricey home development on the lake.
We walked down the path to the creek's edge. We've had a week of frigid temperatures and it is frozen. Just as Jackson was running out on the ice jumping up and down scaring me to death, and trying to crack the ice with sticks and rocks (to no avail, thank goodness), my camera battery quit. (Maybe my txt-messaging mentor can send me some of the images I captured and sent via my cell phone?) We continued our frozen ice exploration on the other side of the tracks at Main Beach down by the lake, where in the summer the kids swim out to chained logs and try to knock each other off. Then, quite literally freezing our asses off, we went to the Beach House restaurant for an unremarkable lunch. Starbucks didn't have any Sunday NYTs, so we ambled on home.