As the world's leading climatologist (and government officials who deal with such things) meet in Durban South Africa to hammer out another Kyoto protocol, feverishly working to avert the ravages of Catastrophic Anthropogenic Global Warming, having mistaken a 300 year gradual global temperature emergence from the Little Ice Age of 0.7 Celsius per century, Mother Nature here in East Lansing gave us 7 inches of her Global Warming counter point. A picture out of our snug-in-a- bug condo window.
As we have a four pawed guest (Sadie) for the Holidays, she needs exercise like we all do so she and I took our usual 2 mile walk out around Bear Lake. Winter came before Fall officially left. Sadie and I break trail in the fresh snow, making our way around fallen limbs and some trees along the way.Today is one of my days to get Continuing Medical Education credits from Sparrow Hospital noon Critical Care Conference. I drove down Burcham Road, past the sledding hill filled with children and adults enjoying East Lansing School District's first snow day of the school year. It seems that the roads and sidewalks had not yet been cleared by
7 AM. Green has now become White: Go State!
Further along my journey, just after the University, heading towards the Capital on Michigan Avenue, a Volvo, with bumper stickers of GreenPeace & World Wildlife Foundation (the NGO environmentalism activist organizations that have contribute more than 1/2 the content and person power to the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change report #4 which Lisa Jackson, head of our US Environmental Protection Agency has used as the scientific basis for declaring carbon dioxide as a pollutant) was trying to straddle the icey roadway build-up, "slip sliding away", instead of choosing one or the other grooves that were wet but clear of ice. I can only surmise the driver was fearful of the left hand snowbanks made by the snowplows. When I moved around the car at a stop light with the Jeep Compass, I saw a women with a death grip on the steering wheel. I recon that she would have preferred some global warming right about then.
I have digressed from the main topic: our walking the unplowed trails. Sadie litterly was jumping in the air, charging back to me and then nipping at my shoes in her excitement. She buried her nose in the snow and then plowed forward. Suddenly she would be absolutely still, ears cocked forward, tail up, and listening, listening to the sounds of the woods.
For the picture at the right: "tennis anyone?"
