Trees in a marsh
The morning is romantic as I wobble through the heavily wooded Palm grove. Silence prevails as I pushed my way through heavy fog. In this segment I walk 3 miles out and then returned another 3 miles in the same direction. Then as I leave Yeats marsh I hit a rugged cow pasture and shapeless tall grass. The grass slices my bare ankles and I wish I had been smart enough to wear long pants. In many sections the grass had been caught some time ago but as this is a semi-wilderness and a few ants get that my legs as I struggle onward. I am almost out of water and overjoyed when I finally reach another road junction.
Trees in a marsh