Last weekend, we managed to smooth-talk a few new friends into joining us in a hike out to the Ink Pots (so named for the deep blue-green color of the tiny pools around the springs in this particular valley). Courtesy of our new snowshoes (thanks Mom and Dad) and a convenient dump of snow the previous day, we had a lovely afternoon. On the way back, we went through Johnson Canyon, where the picturesque falls had turned into an icy cliff, and the boardwalks that are crowded in the summer were icy and deserted.
Water from underground is constantly flowing into the inkpots from undergrounds, so the temperature of the water tends to stay above freezing even in the winter. Also, it's Johnston Canyon, not Johnson Canyon.
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