Category Archives: hiking

I don’t like spiders & snakes

Humming the tune: There must be a way to avoid the annoyance. You can’t see but you sure can feel the web as it brushes across your face. A walking stick swung in an arc while proceeding between trees on the narrow parts? I was on a 5 mile loop but wondering how hikers on a longer hike fare. Perhaps they just tough it out. I think I’d end of talking to myself by the end of the day. I kept thinking that every encounter was a score for some little devious spider tick critter.The New Hope Trail is well marked and mapped by the Division of Parks and Recreation but I had Trails software [opens iTunes] on my GPS device to try, and despite tree canopy interference it worked well.

There was another creature that I came across. After we sized each other up I decided to politely acquiesce.

Glen Devon

With plenty of daylight after a light supper at the country Inn we ventured for a walk onto the Glen. The hillsides were once wooded but are now green grass and devoid of trees; grazed for years by sheep. The area, beginning at the River Devon, is now protected and is undergoing a re-creation by the Woodland Trust Scotland. After a short distance but with moderate rise over run we had a commanding view of surrounding farms, hillsides, and the Castlehill Reservoir below. We chose not to linger long as there was a chill with a strong breeze and fading sun.

Little Manatee River State Park

Not on the most spectacular beautiful places list by any stretch but somehow special we tracked a 3 mile path through late winter dry swamp. Ditty Kong comes to mind as we explored boardwalks and Spanish moss. This excursion is somewhat off the beaten path of things to do in Florida. A stop at the Ranger Station is required to procure the padlock combo for entrance to the trail head. No Manatees were observed but we did spy two (half wild in the brush) moo cow types if that counts.img_1778

mountaineers

summit

No pumas in the crevas but many pitfalls. We saw Laura Croft on her descent. She was favoring her leg and as she passed us I spied two bloody wounds. She shrugged them off. ‘Badges of honor.’

The cantine ran dry on our trek. Sense of smell became keen and one could detect the fragrance of chlorinated pools and irrigated golf greenery from far below. The thought of hydration and morning chow back at the inn kept us moving.