We went for a hike this evening… although I suppose I should call it a nature walk, or perhaps just an outing, because a hike seems to imply some form of strenuous, heart-pounding movement. We ambled. We poked. We stopped at every little thing: each mushroom, each daddy long-legs, each hole or possible hole. We made it maybe 150 yards up the trail before deciding to turn around and amble our way back. We spent a long time listening to some type of hawk family above us. We investigated a big rotten log, chipping off bits of bark to see who lived inside. My curious son found every chewed nut and broken twig and worked to interpret those as signs of animal activity. My charming daughter decided it would be a good idea to stop and smell the mushrooms. It was fabulous.
Here are a few of the pictures JediBoy asked me to take.
And a picture of my natural beauties, exploring the rotten log.
