 Snow is melting, but a dusting freshens up New Russia |
 the register |
 slippery slope |
 and bridge on the way to the west river trail |
 bright polypore |
 lots of ice |
 I become uncertain; follow the west trails a bit |
 then decide the canyon bridge might be better |
 looking back |
 and to a stream |
 but that leads back to the lake road and gill brook |
 sawteeth over an old beaver pond |
 the end of the lake |
 rainbow falls |
 lunch on the grass |
 heading up |
 most footprint lose the trail and head straight up through the woods |
 I was worried about this ladder -- sometimes it is encased in ice |
 ice walls |
 to the ridge |
 onto Indian Head |
 I pose |
 the end of the lake |
 another view |
 back to the lake road |
 past the gate |
 the inn |
 and Giant looming over the golf course |