Wicked Thicket
Ouch! After and easy morning where cleanup their first goals I have encountered on the Florida trail, I hit a “wicked thicket”. Tall dry grass, prickly underbrush, needy ants, and plenty of logs to stumble on underfoot greet me as I walked out of the forest. My ankles, bear again with my short socks and pants are bloody. The thorny plants have done a number once again on my lower legs.
Thankfully, the distance wasn’t as long in the thicket as it was memorable. Then, these little complaints are more than Alan Stout by a very romantic dry, ferns spotted, Pinegrove sprinkled with liberal doses of shade which mercifully blocked the late morning sun. And, a few lonely swamp roads were thrown in just at the right moment. Even though that was a little puddle hopping the pleasantness of this part of the trail made me feel blessed.