MyDreamWalk

Saturday, November 23rd, 2013

Saturday Noise

The great thing about the FHT is the solitude. Utter silence, with the sound exceptions of occasional bird calls, snakes scurrying through the underbrush and large gators jumping into shallow canals. Today there is a change. Horseback riders and a number of mountain bikers billow commands and jokes to each other as they saunter just yards away from me. Thanks to thick brush they do not seem me and I am almost alone.

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