My feet said a mighty welcome to my hiking boots. They have been estranged for months, since I started having problems (plantar fasciitis) with my foot and Dirt Man had back surgery. I took them (or should I say they took me?) out onto the trails at First Landing State Park. I found this six mile hike to probably be one mile more than my foot needed for its first outing. Wylie was ecstatic to be in the great outdoors.
All our senses tingled with nature’s delights. We were greeted by moderate temps with a slight crisp breeze. The sky was mostly washed out by clouds but later colored into a cobalt cloud spritzed heaven. Spanish moss dangled from the trees and swirled with the wind. The sun eventually emerged to kiss our shoulders. Light sprayed through the tree branches, shimmered across the water, and danced along the shoreline. Leave rustled as critters scampered through the forest. Squirrels barked and birds sang while we meandered across the dunes and through the woods. The sweet aroma of berries mingled with the pungent scent of early autumn. A hint of salt brushed across my lips as my sand sprinkled hands pushed a branch out of the way.
This was my first outing of using only manual settings on my camera. Some pictures turned out well while others were a bit pale or too bright. However, I am not savvy enough to photo shop them.