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TracksJanuary 03, 2010 Martha's Vineyard has been a snow globe the last couple of days. It snows and snows but very little accumulates. At most there's two inches on the ground now, probably less, except where it's drifted. Two mornings in a row Travvy and I have headed out on untrodden paths. Even Halcyon Way looked as if no one had ever driven on it. I could barely see the tracks we'd made on the way out; the wind and snow wiped the trail clean as an Etch-a-Sketch. We did get to see who else had been out before us. Mostly rabbits. This morning a bicyclist passed us on a path where I've never seen a cyclist, or anything on wheels for that matter. He was decked out for serious cycling. My impression as he went by was sleek white, gray, and lavender or purple. We followed his trail to and across Old County Road, where I noted that Jay W. had already come out for his morning paper, then down the path to the field at Misty Meadows, and along the path that parallels the road as far as the little parking area. There we parted ways: the wheel marks turned left, up the rise toward the horse pastures and, eventually, the bike path; we crossed Old County again and headed up Pine Hill. Trav and I will have to try this route with the Red Menace. Yesterday morning we were coming down Pine Hill in the other direction, heading for the main road and Misty Meadows. Buddy the Newfie mix and his owner, J, approached us just as we got to their driveway, evidently returning from their walk. As we continued on our way, I noticed that their tracks went only a couple dozen yards before making two U's, one with boots, one with paws. When we got home, the temperature was still well under 20 F and the wind was gusting pretty strong. J and Buddy probably thought it was a bit much. Not Travvy and me. This afternoon we stopped to play on the tennis court. The wind had swept the snow from half of it onto the other half, and the bare stretches were icy. Love those Yaktrax! Travvy slipped more than I did. Fishing treats out of bait bag or pocket is clumsy with gloves on, but Trav likes the way extra hot dog bits stick to my fingers and he gets to eat them. We got all the way home before I noticed that one of my boots was Yaktrack-less. My hunch about where I'd lost it turned out to be correct: in the scrub behind the school bus parking lot where Trav had gone to do some business. We followed my tracks, one boot showing the diamond-shaped Yaktrack grid, the other the horizontal lines of its naked sole. I spotted my AWOL Yaktrack from way down the trail: day-glo chartreuse makes a strong impression on white snow.
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