I like to walk slowly. I'm always the last but that's OK with me. There is just too much to see and to hear. Sometimes moving just a little ways down the path, the air carries a different scent. The ground smells different in the sun or in the shade. It's noticeably cooler down the hill by the creek and I can hear frogs plop into the water as I get near.
I watched this beautiful little bird for quite a while- a song sparrow? I'm not too sure.
There was a large clump of this vine. The flowers look like hops.
I found these ferns growing in the damp along side of the creek. The fronds are wider and have irregular edges- quite different than he varieties of fern growing on the hill around the campsite. I wonder if there is a field guide for ferns...
Yep. I like to walk slowly.