Poles, only, no skis or snowshoes. Hiking boots. The trail: one third dirty, mushy snow, one third moldy carpet, dead leaves, one third mushy mud. Easy to trip over downed branches, using poles for steadiness. Bundled up in layers still. Dreary sky. Low clouds spitting snow. Surprise – Trustees have planted brand new birdhouses overlooking the marsh. Skunk cabbage, showy, extravagantly blooming, in all the melt and muck of March.