Getting My Shoes Muddy

Getting My Shoes Muddy |

I am a big fan of wandering around in the woods and getting my shoes muddy. When I was my son’s age, I was lucky enough to spend time on 40 acres of woods and river banks at my grandparents’ farm east of Fayetteville. I wandered through fields, climbed any climbable tree, tiptoed around turtles and jumped over snakes, and collected bits of flint that I was confident were pieces of arrow heads.

My son, on the other hand, just learned about the wonder of creeks and woods in the last few years. The idea of being able to take off one’s shoes and just walk in the creek was a surprise to him, and I was ashamed of myself for waiting so long to teach him about it.

Yesterday, the last weekday of our spring break, I grabbed some trail mix and a bag of apples, my husband threw some bottles of water in the jeep, and we drove up to Hobbs State Park to do some wandering and creekwalking. We took it easy on the Van Winkle Trail. It’s only a half-mile, hardly any incline, and has benches for resting. Since we’ve been hermits all winter, we didn’t want to over do it.

Here are some of my favorite images from the visit.








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