Devin and I enjoyed a hike on the green and blue trails a few days after the snowstorm that hit the entire state of Minnesota. It was easy hiking through not-so-deep snow, and we were still able to see the remnants of melting Snowshoe Hare and Ruffed Grouse tracks. There are eagles soaring overhead, and ravens calling through the trees. The dogs have a new enthusiasm for sniffing and digging, as the smells of spring and critters on the move lie just under the dwindling layer of white. The air is warm and comfortable, and even a few ice chunks in my boots don’t bother me. Trees are on the verge of budding, sprigs of green glint in the afternoon sun, and small pools develop as the solidity of winter loosens its grip on the forest.