Hikin'! On the Penndel trail on the PA side of the White Clay Creek preserve.
I made a trail buddy today. I ran into a nice gent on the trail with a bandana tied scout-style around his neck, somehow we ended up talking about Sycamores and eagles and things. (I don't remember ever being this gregarious growing up, but my friend from first grade tells me that our initial contact was me saying, "hey, you wanna be friends?" So despite my memory's infidelity, there's apparently a historical precedent.)
Sycamores on the other side... (the bark peels and they look white)
Sycamore leaves get biiiiiiiig!
This is why we leave fallen trees. They become new habitat and eventually, new dirt!
I took this photo to show what a trail blaze is. See the little blue mark on the tree on the left? That's a trail blaze. It is said that certain local park systems actually prohibit the use of trail blazes because it would ruin the trail's aesthetic appeal. Personally, my thought is that getting lost on a trail with the sky going dark is the thing that ruins aesthetic appeal, but what do I know.
Splash'a red!
Why go hiking? Welp. Before I even knew God very well, I knew that nature was special. And when I finally began to know God, I was surrounded by a pristine Alaskan wilderness, and looking around, you can just tell there's something big out there, and it loves the planet very, very much; why else would it be so beautiful?
Every time I'm in nature, I revert to my purest form. I can just be. Every time I've ever been in nature, I become simultaneously satisfied and even more curious. Eyes that have been trained to see pick out the familiar and the unfamiliar. Ears discern the calls of common birds and demand attention over those less heard. There are messages in all of it, and they are all from God.
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