The first real warm day like summer beckoned a road trip. It was a hard decision to make which direction to travel. Starting to the east she had to stop and get a few things at the store. Pulling away she went in the opposite direction remembering a county road she had traveled in sections. Familiar barns and homes greeted her as she headed into general directions. Being close to a state line made her feel like heading there. Tiny towns melded into the farmlands and soon she was near her destination. A park nearby would give her a nice hike to wear off the ride.
A large marshland slowed the travel quick with a small assortment of geese and ducks. There was a lot of activity making new families. A small deer stood off to the side, but vaulted away as soon as she saw it. Turning off the car a symphony of frogs sang out to her. The wind smelled of happiness and she sat enjoying the warmth of the sun and the area. This was just the start of a fragmented state forest along her path. She had traveled this section of the road a number of times from a different direction. The only road into another section was next, but still too soggy to travel. She stopped and checked a tiny runoff for frogs and headed into the dense forest. It had started to grow out and would become impassable in a few months. Looking at some small bright green bud clusters she wondered what this plant was, she had seen it the week before. Flowers called out to her each turn.
Driving closer to the next area traffic began to pick up. Many people would have this same idea on a day like today. She stopped and grabbed a sandwich, eating it the last leg of the trip. She pulled into the front section of the park and pulled over a few times to look at new growth and let a few cars pass. She didn’t like keeping up with traffic. She didn’t want to miss any of the beauty along the way. Pulling off into parking for a nice trail a few sun worshiping bodies were lined on a hillside beside the closed beach. Faded tan lines needed strengthened she laughed. Grabbing a camera and binoculars she headed past a collection of petroglyphs on display. Stopping and looking them over the light wasn’t good to take a picture. In a window of the small building surrounding them a large mass of bugs caught her attention. A thumping of a woodpecker up the trail called her to head on down the trail. The first grove of trees was tall straight pines and they were amazing to smell and see. A few butterflies teased along with her and the birds sang a familiar tune.