Spectacular 90 minute walk through Whitemud Creek today. Started at the mid-north entrance, just south of the third and last bridge before you hit Snow Valley. The snow in the ravine was sticky, but not yet slushy, as opposed to the street-level sidewalks. Sounds of birds (mostly chickadees) and dripping permeating the woods. Half blue sky, half cloud, but entirely gorgeous. Didn’t take the dog. She came yesterday with me for a shorter walk, but I left her home today because I knew I was going for a much longer, more strenuous walk. The air is a balmy 8C. Spring might be here.