It is a very easy walk at this point - all downhill.
As we looped back, we found this stump that had been laced with birdseed.
Boy are they fast (or quite frankly, I guess I'm pretty slow) it was difficult just to get this one chickadee shot.
As we rounded the turn, we found an amazing elevated walkway that took us over the frozen bog.
Groups of photographers and birdwatchers had gathered - leaving little piles of birdseed along the top of the railing to entice the little feathered creatures closer for a picture.
There's no barrier on one side - so I suppose you'd have to be careful if you were with children. I like the open feel and unobstructed view. It was about at this point that I realized that I'd worn the wrong boots - the tall ones for walking through piles of snow, not the warm ones for a really long walk. Our tootsies were getting really cold.
But it was so darn pretty, how on earth could we go back just yet?
Cloud formation almost looked like daytime northern lights. There was a certain point when we realized as much as we wanted to go further, we really had to get back.
Can you believe the length of that stick's shadow at 11:00 a.m.?
So to thaw out, we went back to the main RBG building to see the art installation and hothouse. The RBG has a very small Mediterranean garden - something to see if you are going anyway, but certainly not a destination spot. It took us about 30 minutes for us and my camera to warm up.
This pottery Russian doll stood about 60 cm (24").
Kevin sat right here waiting for his feet to thaw.