Another Day, Another Walk

As I've mentioned, probably repeatedly, Sam and my schedules of late consist primarily of four different things: cooking or baking, playing board games, going for walks or going for rides. That's pretty much all - except for our down time when we do things like stare out the window and think about going for either a walk or a ride.

The other day, Sam and I went on our longest walk so far this still-early spring. Our walk was down at the town's swimming area.

Sam and I crossed the footbridge and walked across the spongy grass to some of the hidden and not-so-hidden paths along the river.

It's been eleven months, almost to the day, since Sam and I last walked this area. The differences in being there this one month earlier was surprising. There were more barren trees and brush than before. There was more lingering winter deadwood and, for now at least, less greenery than eleven months earlier.

But that's not to say there weren't patches of green, even beyond the grass. And the trees and much of the surrounding brush were beginning to bud. All promising. All hopeful.

We walked along, past fallen trees, until we reached a point where we could go no further. Up ahead, the path was submerged. We walked as far as we could go before turning around.

On the way back, we came across another path, this one leading through more barren brush, past more fallen trees, and we followed this path back to where we started.

After returning back over the footbridge, Sam and I walked along the opposite edge of the park, where we crossed the road and headed over to a bike path.

This particular bike path starts with a wider foot and bike bridge, heads under a highway and follows the same river. We walked the path, mostly in our usual silence, until we eventually reached the end.  We turned around once again, this time heading back to the car - and then we headed for home.

Here are a few not-so-exciting photos from this most recent walk, and if you're interested, you can compare some of these photos to the also not-so-exciting photos I took last year.