Perhaps the thing for me to do is to always hike with my friend Betty. I’ve known her for a while now, and while I can’t say that every time she goes hiking she is the only one who comes away with ticks on herself, it happens frequently enough that that I can say that going with her will improve your odds immensely!
This hike was at McKethan Park in Brooksville. The way that the live oaks sprawl makes me wish for my younger years because they would have made fabulous trees to climb. Betty and Linda said they saw a face in that tree trunk so I took a picture, and now I see a lion. A stone chimney is the only remnant of someone else’s story that took place in these woods, and those are etchings in the concrete of the sidewalk. Nature asserting that she is only tolerating our intrusion.
But there was an ulterior motive to this hike. It was a chance for us to channel our inner children. Even though between us we are pushing 200 years of living, those little girls came out to play. I would love to know what a person finding these pictures in the distant future would think. Possibly that we had come across a crime scene along the way? No, it was just us ‘girls’, playing in the woods.