Yesterday I took a walk in the park. It was 40 degrees F and blowing about 25 knots. In my wool sweater and fleece vest I was chilled out in the open and too hot in woods – a perfect spring walk in New England.
For company I had two family groups of white tail deer with ragged spring coats and budding antlers, a pair of beavers who I would not have noticed against the brown mud and pale yellow grass except that they slapped their tails when they saw me, a spiral of turkey vultures, two flocks of goldfinches – one with summer and one with winter plumage, three varieties of woodpecker, two black ducks, and a bald eagle. There were no other humans and only one other vehicle, a truck with a dinghy in the back headed to Otter Point.
Stuff I was glad I had with me: my hat, camera, waterproof shoes. Every path down hill is a stream in this time of snow-melt.
Stuff I wish I had with me but didn’t: batteries, gloves, my walking stick. Why don’t I bring a stick with me every time? I always think I’ll stay on the path and I never do. It would have come in very handy crossing all those rushing streams on wet rocks under whippy branches.
With the prospect of spending Wednesdays wandering off into the hinterlands I’ve decided I need to know more about land navigation. “The Rucksack” came highly recommended and I’m going to spend some time this weekend looking at equipment lists and learning to use ranger beads. It’s an older site (hello, Tripod) and some of the links are broken (RIP geocities domain) but it also epitomizes everything wonderful about the early days on the web. All that knowledge and no barriers! I love finding yet another lifetime’s worth of useful information. Now, off to measure my boot.