Today was a blue sky day: cold, but glorious. My daughter Elinor and I wandered the rolling hills of Forest Park. I was looking for my photographic fulfillment, she was trying to keep me in sight with her video camera.

Climbing the slope that sledders call “Suicide Hill” (I know at least one who had to be taken by ambulance to the hospital after his great adventure there), we admired the vistas that unfolded around us and griped about the cutting winds that numbed our fingers and reddened our faces. Today was not as cold as this past Thursday or Friday by any means, but it was cold (and I didn’t have my electric gloves with me).

I felt a bit like the bear in the top ten sensation “The Bear Went Over the Mountain”. What I saw when I ascended the hill was the other side. What surprised me was that there was another side! I found pleasant rolling hills reaching from where I stood to the edge of the forest some quarter mile away to the south.

There was also a great view across the Grand Basin to the east. Beyond the frozen basin the horizon showed a line of tall buildings peering over the trees. What are you waiting for? You need to see all this for yourself!