Long Walks in the Woods

I'm sitting here wearing my hiking boots and that made me think about a long hike I took the weekend before Christmas. A nearly three hour trek through the Arkansas hills and woods.

It was a cold day, mist rose from the wet creek bed along the path. I saw several deer, found a cave, uncovered a rock to find a sleepy salamander. Found some old scrapes a buck made the month before, poked around a couple of old house places and finally got to the river. My favorite place.

I drank in the sights, the smells, the sounds of water moving along its trip to the sea. Quenched and renewed. That's what long walks in the woods are for.