morning sights and sounds from my walk:
-older woman handling a black rosary- I hailed her, and
asked her, “Doing your rosary?”
“I certainly am.”
-leaf blowers abound at this time of the morning, mostly men,
clearing entry ways and the area around fire pits
-many tents are LOUDLY SNORING-
-elder man, fully garbed up, in waders, fishing vest,
boots, hat- sloshing up the hill, muttering up a storm, fishing net empty
-3:28 in the afternoon, a bare bellied older guy with a towel wrapped around his
neck , flip flopped by the camper
-3:40 camp host lady sloshes by me, carrying two large fish. I hear her
shout out to her husband. “I quit”
“Those are nice fish.” I say.
“No, no they are not, she says, there are hardly any fish in the river.”
lastly, while hiking the park trail I follow hubby’s muscular calves up the hill.
