I’m allergic to exercise.
If I can use an excuse, I will.
But this week Alf talked me into a hike.
He promised there would be lots of trees, a gurgling creek and I’d be kept busy with the camera.
You have to know, I don’t do hikes. The best I can do is a walk around my neighborhood.
I reluctantly agreed.
The minute I stepped out of the car I knew it would be okay.
The weather was cool – that’s a big plus – it wasn’t crowded – another plus – and it wasn’t uphill – that was huge. I don’t do hills either.
So off we went through an iron gate and into magnificent scenery. The blue of the sky hurt your eyes it was so vibrant. The trees showed off tender green leaves and white blossoms. The creek ran the entire trail singing it’s song by the side of the path.
An added bonus was the parade of dogs enjoying the walk alongside their owners. We saw French Bulldogs, Labs, Border Collies, Boston Terriers, German Shepherds, and an assortment of well-loved and well-worn mutts.
We found out you can’t let a French Bulldog off-leash because he won’t obey.
We noticed the Boston Terriers were on leash, too.
The other breeds were well behaved and would come when called.
That’s what you need on a hike, otherwise the area would be populated with dogs along with the cows and horses and in no time you’d have a howling wilderness.
We almost crushed a baby rattle snake wiggling it’s way across the path to the other side. Alf found a stick and picked it up, but quickly he jumped back. Small didn’t matter. That thing was coming after him. He dropped it to the ground, took a deep breath, and tried again. This time he was able to dump it into the tall grass and saved its life.
All in all, I enjoyed myself.
Alf was relieved.
It made him hope I’d be willing to try another hike.
Maybe in another 10 years.