Santa Claus is a cute little town. About 2,200 population, with street names befitting the town’s theme: Snowbell Lane, Sled Run, even Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire (I swear! I’ll post a photo of the very long street sign some day).
When a new road appears, it’s a bit startling. And when the road is improved from a dirt lane to lovely white gravel, it’s a sight to behold!
Your intrepid reporter decided it was important to put the location of … let’s call it the Snowy White Gravel Road … into perspective for you. Grabbed the digital camera, hopped in my car and drove over to the site.
Once again, I risked life and limb (and this time — chigger bites!) to get the proper photo. The hillside, I’ve discovered, is remarkably steep. And full of colorful flowers interspersed with mean, scratchy weeds.
So steep, in fact, for a split second I thought I was going to fall over backwards. At that point I realized if I moved ten yards or so to the south, the angle would be better and the tangly weeds were not quite as thick.
In the lower foreground, you’ll see the entrance to the Snowy White Gravel Road:
And to the upper far left, squint a bit and you’ll see the top of Liberty Launch. Working your way to the right, you’ll see the water towers and then the top of The Legend’s lifthill.
Hopped back in my car and carefully meandered up the Snowy White Gravel Road.
Please note: Do not try this at home. Seriously, as a park director, I have access. This is definitely an “Authorized Personnel Only: No Trespassing” area.
At the top of the hill, I wanted to head over toward the piled-up wood. If you are a faithful reader, you already know about this. If not, please go back and read this and then this.
Luckily, with no recent rains, it was no problem moving from the “improved” Snowy White Gravel Road to Proceed With Caution Lane.
Apparently, we’ve had several more deliveries since we last took a look.
Not sure, but this looks to me like some sort of fancy roofing material:
What do you think?
I glanced up after taking that photo and got rather spooked.
There was a gigantic bird hovering overhead. With a huge wingspan.
Looked rather threatening, actually.
First I thought it was a hawk. But maybe it was one of those wild turkeys that hang out around here. Whatever it was, it wasn’t worth waiting around for a proper introduction; I snapped this and headed back to safety:
As much as I’d like to stick around and speculate with you, I’m heading home.
There’s a big bottle of Calomine Lotion waiting for me!