It’s been raining quite a bit recently, which means that sometimes rubber boots are better for hiking than anything else, at least on some trails. And as we’d had some particularly heavy rain recently, yesterday I thought, ah yes, a perfect time to go off on a side track that I know leads into a low wet area! I won’t see a soul on it! (Not that it’s unusual to hike without seeing a soul, but yesterday I was feeling a tad misanthropic.)
And… yes, clearly rubber boots were a good plan. There aren’t usually big puddles on this part of the main trail.
Now the side trail. It’s not heavily used, so bits of it get a little overgrown.
Golden retrievers don’t mind puddles. (And yes, this is the trail.) Which is fortunate, considering that the puddles extended on either side of the trail, so they weren’t really possible to avoid.
Golden retrievers looooovvvve puddles. Especially big ones filled with chewable old wood. (This is also trail.)
This is not a puddle, but a surprise, hanging handily from a tree. What could a gardening implement be doing hanging by the side of a half-invisible singletrack mountain-bike trail through government lands?
And yes, that is the trail. Actually, at the arrow, it was changing from deep pool to stream. And I will just mention that at their deepest, the puddles came to within scant inches of the tops of my boots, requiring a sort of cautious gliding motion rather than exuberant splashing.
But water and mysterious trowels weren’t the only things we saw. There were some lovely funguses.
There were even some relatively dry parts. And lots of dead leaves and moss.
Altogether, it was a lovely walk. Or splash. Whatever.