Prior to the walk in the park where GN and I spotted the loon, we took a walk in the woods. We were definitely off the beaten path. In fact, there was no path whatsoever.
I parked my car at my regular entry point. As you can see by the photo below, I am only a few yards into our walk and the car is disappearing from view because of the thick underbrush.
There is truth to the saying, “We may never pass this way again,” but sometimes we get to become comfortable with where we’ve passed because we are given the chance to repeat it. That’s true for me and this particular spot. I have more years of experience with passing this way in the woods, than I do at my work.
These little flowers greeted us shortly after entering the woods.
Everywhere the eye can see, it was thickly wooded, thick with mosquitos, dotted with birch trees, and heavily overgrown. It was a good hike and a good test of orienteering. There was absolutely no path. (Don’t get me wrong, there’s a time and place for a path or a paved walk in the park, but while I am able, I want to step lively in the woods from time to time.) I loved it because we got to see what we saw because we stepped over felled branches or small trees rather than follow some pre-determined, paved journey. It’s a good way to beat the summer heat, too because the sunlight struggled to find its way to the forest floor.
I’m not much of a shopper for souvenirs, but I usually bring back parts of birch branches that have decomposed from the inside, leaving the bark, which makes lovely holiday candles or Christmas tree ornaments.
How about you: beaten path, find your own way, or a combination of both adventures?