I started out a daybreak intending to move quietly and slowly improving my awareness skills, but just like on the old Mickey Mouse TV show, today was “anything can happen day.”
I know better than to bushwhack through a swamp in late spring, but this was a cool, overcast day. I had my survival basics and I’d hiked the area several times in autumn, winter and early spring.
Clusters of umbrella-shaped mountain laurel flowers in all shades of pink highlight the deep green woods. Tiny yellow star flowers pop open on the trail.
The air smells alive. Years ago I learned that moistening my nostrils will improve my ability to smell the air. There is a light rain and I am ready to move after two rainy days indoors. Sweet fern is one of my favorite scents. I breathe deeply. I gather and dry leaves for tea. I may even make a woods clothing box and line it with sweet fern.
I’m not casting a shadow and there’s virtually no wind. I can identify bird songs, but still can’t match the song to the bird.