Jon and I hiked Dolason Prairie Trail in the Redwoods National Park Sunday, traipsing over rolling hills and then down, down into shady redwood forest, ending at Emerald Creek, where we turned around and, one foot after another, made the 4-1/2 mile walk back up to our trusty Ford Ranger waiting patiently for us. Signs at the beginning of the hike warn that it's tick country, so we followed the directions to tuck our pants into our socks, which kept the little critters from getting up our legs, but they sure wanted to climb in from the neck! It's good we began this trek not knowing how bad the ticks were; we may never have gone otherwise----and look what we'd have missed.
Thoughts and actions of one who is trying to extricate herself from the "entrails of the intellect" and to live authentically, continually putting on and peeling off, as befits our natural selves (though living in a mostly unnatural culture)
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Jon and I hiked Dolason Prairie Trail in the Redwoods National Park Sunday, traipsing over rolling hills and then down, down into shady redwood forest, ending at Emerald Creek, where we turned around and, one foot after another, made the 4-1/2 mile walk back up to our trusty Ford Ranger waiting patiently for us. Signs at the beginning of the hike warn that it's tick country, so we followed the directions to tuck our pants into our socks, which kept the little critters from getting up our legs, but they sure wanted to climb in from the neck! It's good we began this trek not knowing how bad the ticks were; we may never have gone otherwise----and look what we'd have missed.