I rebounded from yesterday’s hot and humid “run” nicely and was eager to get into the woods this morning for some photo creeping and lumbering.
But first, I had to wait for Ma Nature to stop the thunderstorms as well as for it to get light out.
Soon, I was heading to the Hall’s Lake Preserve with a plan as loose as my morals to creep around the preserve and then add some distance on by tramping the adjacent gravel roads.
The post-thunderstorm air was stifling and then really steamed up when the sun broke through the clouds. It was so warm that I couldn’t even keep my camera attached to my pack because, between my “moisture wicking” shirt being soaked with sweat and the heat I was giving off, condensation was forming on my lens if I kept it on my pack too long.
The hot, fresh, turd-like conditions were semi-tolerable at slow hiking speeds but still too warm for much critter activity, and other than a few tiny frogs, there wasn’t much happening. At least there was some fungus.
The gravel roads actually had a bit more critter action, and I saw some deer, turkey, and the world’s smallest snake, but no shot was really tickling my man fancy.
There was also a lot of Amish construction activity, but I took no photos since, for whatever reason, they spontaneously combust or go to hell or something if you take a photo of them, so I just admired their carpentry skills and lumbered on by.
I hoped to get my picture-takin’ mojo back today but fell a bit short. I did get 5.45 easy miles in my feetz, so I guess I’ll take that and hope for a good “run” tomorrow in some predicted rain showers (fingers crossed).
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I was driving down the dirt road to Halls when I saw a critter in the field. I stopped, raised my camera, and soon realized I was duped and it was a fake coyote to keep the deer away, I presume. Who knew you could buy a fake coyote? I might buy a fake grizzly bear to keep people from coming to the door! Maybe put a motion detector speaker in it, and when triggered, it goes, “ROARRRRR!! FUCK OFF!!! ROAARRRRR!!! NO ONE’S HOME, FUCK OFF!!”
Later.