Sun was out and the snow was sparkling, so time to bundle up and take the dogs for a short hike. Single digits only for highs for the last few days, so it's been important to limit their and my time outside. Plowing the road Thursday and Friday wasn't horribly cold, but still no thrill ride in the open cabin of the ASV.
I started out by walking down to our lower driveway, and soon noticed some tracks that didn't look like the dogs'. The first ones I saw weren't clear enough to tell for sure, but the next set I came across were definitely cat tracks - no nail marks and the stride seemed too long for the dogs. Not big enough however, to be mountain lion tracks like those I found in the same spot a couple of winters ago. According to my little book on animal tracks, lynx tracks are bigger and have more fur on the paws.
I walked along the lower driveway towards the road, and then uphill on the road to the switchback behind the house. Instead of going back the way I came, I came through the snow down the hill behind the house. Jessie figured out where I'd gone, and caught up with me, but Rowdy headed north to the 10 acres, and was waiting for us when we got back.