Walking With a Neighbor

The beginning of a typical Sunday morning. Wake up at 6 a.m. and see the Sun, which has already risen high above the horizon. It's time for a walk with the dog. My wife went for a walk with me on Saturday but couldn't wake up on Sunday.
I went outside with the dog and met a neighbor. He said he also wanted to walk to the river. So we're going to have a walk with the three of us.
A neighbor said that on Saturday he saw 10 cars in the valley making their way through the snow.
They ruined the road badly.
It's good that the snow is hard, on Saturday we couldn't walk on the snow, it was loose and didn't hold us.
Judging by the threads from the wheels, it was clear that serious, large cars were driving, prepared for offroad
The dog was very happy with this walk, she ran without stopping.

The guys traveled with a great desire to overcome difficulties. Someone had a serious car that easily drove through all the obstacles. In some places, we saw ruts 40cm deep. And we also saw several places where the car was driving through the forest and trees were felled.

I thought the ice was starting to break on the river by next Saturday, but I was wrong. In some places, the water has already washed the ice by this weekend, and today on Monday, people began to share the news that the ice began to move on the river. By the way, I saw seagulls on Sunday. It turns out that they arrived 2 weeks earlier than usual.



In summer, the Burrow usually goes down from the shore to the water, but in winter it looks at the river from a high bank.



Wow, fishermen are sitting on the ice. We were walking with a neighbor and we tried to remember the family's last name, but we couldn't remember it. We mentioned their names, but I only remembered their last name at home.
Well, this is their last fishing trip this winter season.



This is my neighbor. How old is he? It seems to me that it's already over 70. But he leads an active lifestyle. He goes skiing in winter and regularly walks in the woods in summer. Even in the summer, he does something in the garden every day.
Movement is life!