Right on the cusp of twilight yesterday we drove down the river to the Minnehaha Falls. It was cold and crisp and the snow still looked fresh. It hasn't been cold here that long, so the ice wasn't as thick or plentiful as it usually is this time of year, but the falls themselves (above) had an impressive amount of icicle stalactites, and Nick (below) couldn't resist tempting fate on this spot where the creek meets the Mississippi. Also, for some reason there is always a little patch where warm ground water keeps some green alive.
Our walks here usually start at the Falls, go down the very steep and long flight of stairs (which are so treacherous and even blocked off in winter, but no one seems to obey the signage), and hike down the creek to the river. Last night everything was covered in snow, which was powdery and hard to walk in, especially on the walking paths where people had packed it down a little. My duck boots were barely up to the job. But this spot is one of the most beautiful in the city and a little slipping and falling is always worth it to see the Falls.