Monday morning brought a great start to a week of lumbering, with a wonderful “heavy drizzle” (a laughable oxymoron of a weather term I saw that morning) and dense fog. It was perfect lumbering weather!
By the time I made it to the trails, the drizzle wasn’t so heavy anymore, but the fog was indeed denser than my skull (no easy feat, given my sharpness, is that of a bowling ball).
Not surprisingly, I was the only car in the lot at 7:50 AM, and the woods were eerily quiet as I stood in the muck, waiting for my Garmin watch to connect to a satellite somewhere above all that fog.
After a short eternity of waiting, my watch buzzed the OK, and I took off like a herd of turtles down the path toward the trails.
Once in the woods, I was shocked at how silent it was. Less than a week ago, my footsteps crunched and creaked over snow and frozen leaves, and today, each step was silenced by mud, wet sand, and soggy leaves. Even the squirrels out relentlessly nut-hoggin’ scurried and scampered nearby in complete silence.
The was the odd squawk of a bluejay being a dick somewhere and the occasional sound of the flowing river nearby, but for 5.36 miles, I walked in near silence, saw no humans, no deer, and gave in to the fact that there was NO way I was going to get the song Foggy Notion by The Velvet Underground out of my head.
As much as I love lumbering in the fog and muck, I feel like I struggle with capturing it with my camera. I did what I could do and ultimately decided on mostly black and white images, given that even the color shots LOOKED black and white due to the conditions.