Observation Site Number Three!

Site Three was, in my opinion, the most fascinating of the day.  The wind had died down by the time we reached the point in the woods where the creek appeared, and the sun was warming us after having emerged from behind the clouds.

The wind could still be heard in the tops of the trees, but there was no running water.  A thin layer of ice had formed over the small pool, trapping autumn-bright leaves beneath cloudy natural glass. 

I know that, by this point, my hands and feet felt like they were frozen solid.  Looking at the frozen water, I almost felt surprised to see this tiny carpet of moss growing so close to the bank, and the ice.