Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Monday, April 28, 2008

more travel by the while

After walking for so many miles, I have become sunburned and muddied. I also bear the scars of thickets. Ah, the cost of walking the less beaten trail.
Haary Baals Drive in Fort Wayne, Johnny Appleseed Camp facing Coliseum Blvd. The bushes are lovely.
Dam long walk on some days.
A short bridge to soccer fields. This is Shoaff Park in Fort Wayne. Sadly, the locals in the area were discharging weapons in their yard.
This is on the North end of Shoaff Golf Course. This pond hosted many geese, none of whom liked me being there.
Metal, rusted, ladder down. I had to hold the hand rail for I couldn't see the individual steps for the brown mud, leaves and rust.
Higher ground, but not morally. This is a high spot overlooking St. Joseph River
The depth here you can't see well. It was an edge to the bank. It fell about 12 feet forward into the river and about 12 feet down. I won't bother going into the math to find the hypotenuse of the right triangle.
I found a lone, mostly hidden face in a birdhouse. "You can't see me", I believe is the message I was to get.
In Shoaff Park, I took the uncleared river path that was narrow, steep, full of thickets. Here is an example.
What I don't have is a clear picture of reeds that appear to be "bamboo" that I listed as straw in an earlier post, as runoff material likely from fields. Bamboo from Indiana? Who knew?
Pink and lovely now will burst forth into white-pink blossoms, then stay green until fall.
Ah, a human-made shanty lean-to. I wonder how many squatters reside there?
St. Joseph River at the bank. I later saw two speedboats with riders.
I nearly didn't leave, for as you can see my shoes sank like quicksand into the mud.
small pond at Shoaff Park that meets the pavilion and the lot linking to the children's playsets.
an old school that is closed but seemed to be used as an art studio by someone
it is on 100 N. near Ossian, IN
Tinman in Ossian ... OK, he is a sheet metal man for an AC business, but still odd.
old fugal grwoth in Fogwell Forest, IN part of Acres Land Trust
peel apart tree, not a banana, in Fogwell Forest
along a scant trail from Fogwell Forest to a private residence of horse owners, this anthill was 24-30 inches wide
Fogwell Forest is green and alive, but mostly quiet when I went. The mosquitoes were not pestering me ...
yet.

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