On Today’s Walk: Two New Trails

Gravel walking trail next to a lake, with part of a metal barrier (to block cars) in the foreground.
Starting the first walk

After a solid week of gray skies and rain, the sun came out today. My son agreed to explore a new-to-us walking trail in the area. The Philips Lake Trail seems fairly new, and looks as if it was put in as an amenity to nearby businesses and apartment complexes. You don’t feel like you’re out in the country, but it is a nicely built walking path. A map told me it’s 1.4 miles around the lake.

The first 0.4 or so, we fought through swarms of gnats. But we finally found the point where the wind was blowing them away from us, and the rest of the walk was pleasant enough.

We even saw a spot where the city (I assume) recycled some Christmas trees to help promote fish habitat (I assume.)

Lake with old Christmas trees partially submerged

After we finished with this path, we decided to explore another area literally right across the road. Because we are both gifted with stamina and a sense of adventure, at least in moderate amounts.

Gans Creek Recreation Area has a cross country route laid out, with facilities for events. But nothing was scheduled today. It was a little soggy in places, so we didn’t traverse every bit of it. But we got another mile and a half or so covered, for a pretty respectable amount of ground covered in one day.

Notice the lack of a single cloud in any of the photos. Beautiful blue skies all day. Don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful for the needed rain we received. But nothing puts me in a funk like several days with no sun.

Time spent outdoors really is a remedy for whatever ails me. Outdoors is where hope comes alive for me.

We even got to hear some peepers loudly announcing the approach of spring.

On Today’s Walk: Harmless Mischief and Whimsy

I feel like I can’t write anything these days without acknowledging what heavy times we are experiencing. But when things are most bleak is when we most need to look for little joys.

Small clay figure, yellow and beige-sh, of an unidentified creature, in the corner of two moss-covered walls.
Surprise!

This morning I began decluttering what is supposed to be our sunroom but has slowly turned into storage, and I came across several clay objects my children created in the wayback years. I used to take them to a local arts center for ceramics and weaving classes. Some of the things they made were impressive. Little bowls and vases, mostly, that I want to keep.

Then there were a couple of items none of us especially believe need to hang around anymore. Yet I couldn’t bear to just throw them out. These would be two small creatures of unidentified type, that are cute in their own way. I was pondering what to do with them when inspiration struck right along with the realization that I needed to get outside and walk before a predicted winter weather front arrived.

I love it when I come across something unexpected or a little mysterious while I’m out walking. Why not turn the tables and provide that bit of delight for someone else?

When I described my idea of harmless mischief to adult son in residence, he agreed to go along. It’s great when your kids are old enough to be your friends. We set off for a nearby park where our family has always spent a lot of time. This isn’t a playground type of place. It’s more fields and wooded areas, with a footbridge, a stream, and lots of wildflowers and native plants.

We took the two tiny figures with us and found them new, perhaps temporary, homes. Creature one is standing guard by the wooden bridge.


The other is hanging out in an interesting tree that has been growing sideways for years.

If someone takes them home, that’s fine. And if the creatures stay where they are for a while, they can watch out over a part of the earth that has been a huge part of my kids’ lives.

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On Today’s Walk: Exploring & Experiencing

I generally don’t listen to audiobooks or music or anything on my phone during my pedestrian rambles. I also don’t usually set any kind of goal, track my walking speed, or try to solve any of my personal problems. No shade intended for those who get something different from walking. I’m simply describing how the practice is meaningful to me. My brain tends to hyperdrive most of the time, and this is how I find some balance in my life.

As much as possible, I like to adopt a child’s mind approach, open to exploration and experience, to a sense of wonder for whatever I might happen upon. Three phenomena caught my attention today.

First, I was walking near a sweetgum tree. Nonetheless, it took me a minute to realize what the darker object in this photo is.

Closeup of autumn ground cover including a tawny-colored, spiky Sweetgum seedball and an old, weather-beaten, grayish seedball with the spikes worn off.
New and old

At first, I thought it might be an old paper wasps’ nest that had fallen to the ground. But when I picked it up, I realized it was much too solid and hard. Only when I spotted a newly shed Sweetgum seedball nearby did I realize this is what they look like when they’ve been around a while and weathered difficult times. Doesn’t it look a lot like a wasps’ nest, though? Nature’s repeating patterns, I suppose.


Second item was a not-small hole in the ground. It looked like perhaps someone had dug out a small tree and forgot to backfill. Or else dug a hole for a tree and then never managed to plant it?

I estimate the hole to be somewhere between 1 and 1/2 to 2 feet on the long side. Definitely big enough my entire shoe would have fit in. I tried to plumb the depths through the leaf fill using a stick I found, but I’m not sure if I hit the bottom. I’d say it’s at least as deep as it is long.


The third wonder of the day was this patch of grass that’s a completely different hue than all the grass around. Did a spaceship set down here? I don’t really believe that. But why is it like this?

From a distance, it looked like it could be straw or hay spread on the ground. But it’s just monochromatic grass. Pacing it off, I came up with a guessed measurement of around 30 feet by 50 feet. It couldn’t be space aliens, of course. But how about fairies?

Truly, you don’t have to travel to distant lands to be an explorer. I’ve been walking around this same neighborhood for 20+ years, and I see new things all the time. It’s just a matter of noticing them.

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On Yesterday’s Walk: Merry Christmas

Christmas Eve at our house was peaceful and good, with just the three members of the household. The husband had to work part of the day but got off early. The grown son who lives here works from home and sets his hours, so he often takes his dinner up to his room and eats at the keyboard while creating code. But yesterday, he not only joined us for the whole meal, he wore his good jeans (no holes) and a nice sweater. We’re pretty casual and have never enforced a holiday dinner dress code, but I appreciated the effort.

Our family tradition is to have all the hoopla, including gift opening, on Christmas Eve, followed by a relaxed Christmas Day. I had four packages under the tree, and they were a perfect encapsulation of love to me. One I had requested specifically, the new Patti Smith memoir, Bread of Angels.

Book cover: Bread of Angels, Patti Smith, a memoir.

Aside from that, the guys got me a daily desk calendar with quotes from well-known women, a non-skid bathmat for the tub (after I nearly fell a couple weeks ago and made some drama about being on the verge of my first bad “old person” experience) and a reflective vest to wear for those occasions I find myself walking after dark (pretty much every weekday in midwinter, as the sun is already down by the time I stroll home from work.)

My loved ones care about my safety and they care about my inspiration and fulfillment. I received gifts that center the wellbeing of both body and soul. How about that spirit of Christmas, there? Pretty well captured, I’d say.

I got a chance to use my reflective vest already. We’re experiencing near record warm temperatures here, so the three of us took an evening stroll around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights and decorations. We didn’t even need coats!

This was my favorite house:

Nighttime scene. House outlined with colored Christmas lights. A large skeleton wearing Santa clothes and beard stands next to a skeleton reindeer in the front yard.

The little bit at the bottom is a reflection on a car hood. I didn’t crop it out because I like the effect.


Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! And a wish for joy and peace to all, whether you celebrate Christmas, something else, or it’s just Thursday to you!

I’ll end with one of my favorite songs of the season with some of my favorite performers–John Denver and the Muppets. I listen to The Peace Carol several times every December.

On Today’s Walk: Sidewalk Petroglyphs

I talked my son into taking a little stroll with me around the neighborhood today, and we ended up on a stretch of sidewalk I don’t walk frequently.

Me: What is that?
Son: Looks like a crab. Maybe.

Sidewalk with a crab figure etched into the cement. The tips of two gray tennis shoes visible a step away.
Shoe tips left in for size reference.

Half a block later…

Me: You were right. It’s all spelled out in front of us.

Pavement with crab etched into it beneath the word "crab," also etched.
About the same size as the other one.

A half block after that:

Were these footprints left by the artist?

Sidewalk with shoe imprints in the cement.
It was then I carried you…

We may never know.

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On Today’s Walk: Surprise Fence Art

We are still staying at the hotel in the town where my in-laws live. This morning, the hubs and I ventured over to a nearby residential area for our walk.

It was a nice little neighborhood, with mostly standard ranch homes. Several houses were decorated for Christmas or in the process of being adorned.

And then we rounded the corner to the sight of surprise butterflies painted on a privacy fence. What a delight, brightening up the street!

Privacy fence with monarch butterflies and caterpillars painted on sections.

You never know where you’ll find art waiting to be discovered.

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On Today’s Walk: Thanksgiving Edition

Today’s walk involved a fortunate discovery. The spouse and I are visiting some of his family in Oklahoma and staying in a hotel. I really wanted to make sure and get a walk before over—um, eating. Just eating.

Oh, hey, look at this park *right behind* the hotel!

The attractive gentleman below was a value-added component I brought to the experience. Notice anything in the sky? A lot of planes going through the air today.

Man walking on sidewalk, visible in profile. Many jet trails in mostly blue sky.

I maybe have mentioned a time or twenty on this blog that I always enjoy a little footbridge.

Footbridge over ditch leading to cement path in park. Building in background.

Such a sunny day, even the littlest critters around are casting shadows.

Black beetle on concrete with prominent shadow.
Pennsylvania dingy ground beetle

Just noticing the details of the world around is a good gratitude practice. Happy Thanksgiving, all!

Onondaga Cave Revisited

My firstborn came to visit recently, staying for eight days. Due to the fact that I rarely call out from work, I had abundant PTO in my leave bank and was able to take off the entire time for a staycation. The spouse was also able to use vacation most of the days. And son the younger works from home, so was able to flex his hours.

We did a lot of nostalgic activities and generally had a blast playing tourist in our own area. This included a day trip to Onondaga Cave, a place I haven’t visited in at least 15 years, though I did write a poem about it once. It had been long enough that the tour was fresh and new to me, for the most part. And even the bits I remembered were still awe inspiring, well worth a revisit.



Onondaga cave is immense. Though there are a couple of places where adults need to duck a little, there’s no crawling, climbing or ropes involved in the exploration. Trails and handrails have been put in, and there’s an option to sit out the steepest part of the tour. Still, you need to be able to do some hills and stairs and to be on your feet for quite a while. If you’re able to do that, it’s a fascinating place to visit.

Since it’s operated by the Missouri Department of Conservation (incidentally, one of the top state conservation departments in the country), it’s well maintained with an eye to preserving a healthy ecosystem. That means there are no tours during bat hibernation season. A piece of good news we learned from our guide is that bat populations are starting to rebound after being nearly decimated by white-nose syndrome.

Some of my favorite spots on the tour:


Saving my very favorite for last — the Lily Pad Room, where mineral deposits sitting in a pool of water take the shape of lily pads. It’s breathtaking.

Inside a cave, flat rock formations in water look like lily pads

I’ll finish by sharing the poem I mentioned. This was published a few years ago in “Eternal as a Weed: Tales of Ozark Experience.”

Onondaga Cave

This race is indeed not to the swift
and is not a race.
Today we like speed. The whole world
in an instant with a keystroke. 
Third-graders: do 100 addition problems
in five minutes. Speed proves competence.
Service so quick you’ll quake,
or something like that.
Nobody should wait. 
The gravest sin is to slow others down.
That’s above ground.

Enter this cave and the standards invert.
Muse upon the mighty stalagmites.
Take in the tightly clinging stalactites.
Marvel at the pace of growth, an inch per hundred years. 
One. Inch. Per. One. Hundred. Years.
That’s where the awe comes in. 
If they formed at a fast clip, we’d chop them out, 
carry them off, stack them in our garages, 
intending to use them in a craft someday.
There would be no sense of wonder. 
The slowness makes it so. 
Speed wins the day, persistence the millennia.

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On Today’s Walk: Bird Gossip

Today’s walk was an early evening affair for me. I came upon some sparrows, ensconced in what I’m sure they believed to be a private communications chamber. But they were spilling all their secrets to me.

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/FeXkK8HXHYM

Would they have been so chatty had they known a human was listening in?

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On Today’s Walk: Snow Here and There and Here Again

Today’s walk about the neighborhood started out in fog–brain fog. It was pretty darned cold, but I couldn’t remember where I had stowed those nice new electric gloves. I vaguely recalled putting them “some place obvious” where “I’ll be sure to look.” At least I got a lot of indoor steps in my search, as well as finding a warm headband that’s been lost for a while.

I finally left wearing older, less thermal gloves. My hands did mostly okay. Once I had my focus on other things, of course, the memory of the “obvious location” snuck up on me and announced itself. I verified when I got home the new hand warmers were in fact in the carrying bag that came with them, hanging in my closet. I had even seen the bag, but we have dozens of reusable totes around. And I’ve had a lot on my mind, okay? Stop judging! LOL.

The only pics I got this afternoon were crap because it was pretty chilly to have my bare hands exposed. Here are a couple anyway, for documentation purposes.

We’ve had three significant snows since New Year’s Day, and there are still remnants here and there. From what I’m hearing, this might be my last walkabout for a few days. More you know what is on the way, accompanied by subzero temperatures. I don’t remember a winter this unrelenting in well over a decade.

But hey, I’m proud of myself for getting outdoors today anyway. And I’m grateful for the time and resources that have allowed me to stock up on provisions for weathering a week in New Siberia. For anyone else in the path of the coming system, take care, and know I’m wishing you well.

Maybe my next “On Today’s Walk” post will simply be images from different rooms in my house.

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