Solitary Snowy Roads, Paths & Foot Bridges Pics

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I like snow and I like solitude. I most like walking in nature and seeing and feeling the beauty all around. How invigorating is the serenity and pristine loveliness of a snowy landscape, rural or suburban. I hope you will join me in sharing pics of beautiful winter roads, paths and foot bridges. Lets look at them and imagine being warmly bundled up, carrying a travel mug of hot beverage, walking in the crisp air, pondering and meditating upon inspiring things, being refreshed and knowing that we have nowhere to go but to our warm homes.
 

MrPants said:
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Thanks for sharing. It can be solitary work plowing snow-covered roads, especially in rural areas. But when I was growing up, rural roads didn't get plowed. Classmates who lived on the outskirts and on farms were out of school much longer than we were. They could not get out and come into town where the roads were salted and plowed. Their families were truly on their own and snowed-in longer.
 
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I'm glad you shared this beautiful mountaintop pic with the slate blues and white snow. Mountains scare me SO much! I used to think that I had fear of heights but have found out that it's most likely the fear of falling (FOF), also referred to as basophobia (or basiphobia), is a natural fear and is typical of most humans and mammals, in varying degrees of extremity. It differs from acrophobia (the fear of heights), although the two fears are closely related. The fear of falling encompasses the anxieties accompanying the sensation and the possibly dangerous effects of falling, as opposed to the heights themselves. (Wikipedia)
 
We made a foot bridge out of fallen trees on our farm/monastery. Here is a short video of what it was like , but it was three time as long, with no hand rail, and slanted planks of wood for steps.


I walked each morning to get to the main house ( I lived in a small wood heated cottage. ) I had to navigate an often very slippery bridge, then walk about 1/4 mile on the snowy path ( much like this picture ) to the main building to start my day with the community. :)

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Paco Dennis said:
We made a foot bridge out of fallen trees on our farm/monastery. Here is a short video of what it was like , but it was three time as long, with no hand rail, and slanted planks of wood for steps.


I walked each morning to get to the main house ( I lived in a small wood heated cottage. ) I had to navigate an often very slippery bridge, then walk about 1/4 mile on the snowy path ( much like this picture ) to the main building to start my day with the community. :)

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Thanks for sharing the vid and the snowy walkway pic. That's a nice looking log bridge in the vid.
 
The well trodden "path" of Striding Edge, Cumbria, England.

I have only ever walked it once -- in the summer with no snow. It's quite exhilarating, even in the summer. It ends with a 'scramble' to get up to the top of Helvellyn Mountain, with great views along the way:

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It can get quite busy at Striding Edge in the summer holidays, as can be seen in this 2 minute video (people at around 35 seconds into the video):



A spectacular 4 minute video -- a close up of the walking route.
Helvellyn, a word possibly of Celtic roots, meaning "Pale Yellow Upland" or similar:

 
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Do you like Robert Frost poetry? He's my 2nd fav, after Poe. Since this pic looks so soft and vintage-like, I'm sharing one of Frost's most beloved poems, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening. It was written in 1922, and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other soundā€™s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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Artscrafter on Frost...

And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

When asked once, why the repeat lines, Frost simply said it was a *Good poetic trick*.

Have you ever seen the clip of him reciting the *The Gift Outright* at Kennedys inauguration?
 

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