We camped over the Fourth weekend, and it was the wettest, muddiest camping trip in the history of camping trips, I think. After having perpetually wet feet for 48 hours or so, I went out to get myself some cheap boots. I kind of love them – they bring a little cheer to cloudy, muddy days.
A little water isn’t enough to keep us inside, so we outfitted the kids with their rain boots and some binoculars and went on a post-rain hike. More like, between-rain hike because apparently we live in the wetlands now. It hasn’t stopped since Spring.
The kids ran ahead and found this, and wearing rain boots means you get to forget about staying dry. Rain boots protect head-to-toe, didn’t you know? We took a nice long pause at this section of the trail.
Wouldn’t this be a good spot for wedding pictures?
It’s amazing what kinds of things come out to play after the rain. No wonder the birds are busy after a downpour.
Hello, Mr. Snail. I’m amazed at how well the camera phone did!
Almost didn’t see you there, Mr. Slug.
There were little wild mushrooms everywhere. Doesn’t this look like a little gnome hermitage? We actually heard one group of three mushrooms pop-pop-pop at the same time to shoot out their spores. The cap opens up flat like an umbrella. Very cool!
So much to see and do on a one-mile trail. We’re still in the life stage where we can make our own fun.