I returned to Victoria Bluff Preserve today. The white sun came through the tall pines in patches.
It was much warmer today. Sparrows and Carolina Wrens pranced and whistled through the brush. I had “my head in the clouds” (as my stepfather says I am prone to do). There, ahead fifty yards, was a big Red-bellied Woodpecker. Off to the right, a beautiful green-yellow Warbler. I was walking along the trail, and the layer of pine needles got so thick it was soft and springy under my feet. I finally turned around–after about two miles or so–and began the hike back. But the trail got narrow, and narrower, and very unfamiliar. This was clearly not the trail I took in. I kept hiking, and soon realized that I had temporarily drifted astray from my course (ie, I was–temporarily–lost).