I really don’t know why I haven’t gotten more into bog-walking before this. It really is a delight for all the senses.
I had a chance to do another bog-walk two days ago.
I haven’t been doing much hiking lately—I’ve just had other things to do and I haven’t made it as much of a priority. But I made it to Hocking Hills last week to do about 8½ miles, and then yesterday I went to Great Seal State Park and did about 5 miles.
And at Great Seal I had something happen that hasn’t happened in along time: I sliced the sole of my foot.
Last week I headed down again to the hollows in the state forest just north of Cantwell Cliffs. Without the leaves on the trees or much undergrowth I had a better chance to get the true lay of the land. I headed back there on Tuesday to make sure I visited the last hollow, the one I’d always gotten turned around for when I’d tried to visit it before.
I succeeded, and it was worth the wait.