Another Hour in the Park

There is not much to do, I'll say, lately.

So I went again to the park which was crowded with lots of people.  I thought I'd get there early but it was nearly 11:00 when I arrived.

I took a short walk first and when back in the parking lot noticed a man getting fishing gear from the back of his pickup.   But as I got my walking stick, which is an old ski pole, to go for a longer walk, I noticed the pickup lights were still on.  The man was nowhere to be seen.

I walked down to the beach by the river where a family played around and asked them which way the lone middle aged fisherman went.  They pointed upriver.

I was going to walk that trail anyway so I took off and followed every offshoot that went down to the river, to see if I'd spot the man whose pickup sat in the parking lot with its lights on.  I never did find him.  I think I saw him though when I finally left the park in my car and if it was him out on the rocks throwing out his line, he went down river not up.

There were a lot of people on the rather short trail, that's no longer than 1/4 to 1/2 mile.  One group I encountered numbered about ten and included kids and adults and dogs. 

When the trail dumped me back into the back end of the park, I did not continue and instead became intensely interested in the old moss and fern covered trees down at that end.  I took a few photos before returning to my car and heading home.

I saw a Crooked Tree

Busy busy branch

Baby Ferns

Down River

The Fern Tree

Something Missing

Pleasant Park

Up River

Today I feel out of sorts.  I slept too much and sure was lonely and could find nothing to do at all.  Again the weather had turned on us here, gray and ugly with thick wet air.