I wanted to hike. Usually, I can talk my boys into a walk in the woods but they both had plans. I have one friend close by, Deb, who loves to hike so I sent her a text. She was busy, too.
Well, damn. Now what? I still wanted to be in the woods. Could I go by myself? No. There’s, like, things in the woods…bears and stuff. What if I broke an ankle? What if I got lost?
I decided to chance it. I really wanted to go. I took a back pack, just in case I did get lost, with extra mittens, a scarf, water and food. And a little video recorder. In case I needed to do some Blair Witch-style of documentation.
Oddly enough, it didn’t occur to me to bring matches, a flashlight, a jack knife, maybe some band-aids…a compass. In my defense, even if I had brought a compass, I wouldn’t have known how to use it. Wait…that also makes me sound unprepared to be in the woods by myself, doesn’t it?
Well, there you have it, I went to the woods alone, inexperienced and with a bad sense of direction, but I did have mittens and food, just in case. And don’t forget the video recorder.
To be extra adventurous, I chose a location I’d never been, the George B. Parker Woodland in Coventry, RI. When I got there I was happy to find several cars in the lot and some people milling about. At least I wouldn’t be completely alone in the woods. Hopefully, none of these cars belonged to a crazed lunatic wood-dwelling rapist. I started out on the orange trail, which quickly intersected the blue trail. For those unfamiliar with hiking, the colors are a way of coding the trails. To stay on a particular trail, you follow the color markings on the trees. If you get off track and eventually notice you haven’t seen any markings in quite awhile, you can back track to the last marking, or you can use your compass. Assuming you know how.
The woods were lovely. So lovely, I bit off a bit more than I had intended and stayed long enough that I began to worry about still being in the woods when the sun went down. I began taking note of several places I could hole up if necessary. I got a little spooked thinking about all of the creatures of the wood that come out at night to feed. I’m talking about vampires, of course, and possibly zombies.
In the end, I was out of the woods with time to spare and there were still cars and people in the lot. I went into the woods alone and lived to tell the tale. Go Chicken.
Here are some photos from the walk, if you are interested. I don’t have Hilary’s mad skillz with a camera, but I did my best. As it turned out, I didn’t need the video recorder.
Thanks for sharing my walk today.