It was when I was down all fours trying to climb over a log that blocked the trail, snow in my hair and mud in my fingers, when I realized that the log wasn’t blocking the path the last time I was at this trailhead. It was so calm and sunny today and it just hit me that earlier this year the wind must have hit hard, the ground soaked, pounded by rains, and this huge fir just spilled over. All couple hundred feet of it blocked my path. And it wasn’t there last summer. Spring is here, which means that winter is over. It’s melting away, leaving water, mud and logjams in its path.