Thrilling, huh? This was one of the more exciting prospects on my walk. |
The description lied. The brook barely had water, and hardly deserved the name of brook at all. When I think of Stony Brook, and Stonacker Brook, and Shipetaukin Creek, and Harry's Brook, and Heathcote Brook, and - you get the picture. (Actually, you don't, because I didn't bother to take one.) As for frogs and turtles - they must have been on vacation or not feeling sociable. No close encounters of the reptilian kind (amphibian either, to be precise about frogs), although I did get bitten by some insect or other. I do believe I saw a very small, dark fish dart away as I stepped down to the rivulet.
The woods themselves were mostly meadows, with mowed and some gravel-covered paths. (I actually prefer plunging into the forest - damn the paths, full speed ahead and all that, but decided I wasn't in the mood to get slashed by briers or lost this particular afternoon.)
Who knows which path this was? Not me, that's for sure! |
Well, I guess I shouldn't expect magic every time I hike. Or even a good time. At least I got out for a walk. And I didn't get lost.