Still fucking humid, but a very pleasant walk through Whitemud (via Westbrook) this morning. Dew twinkling in the grass, the sound of woodpeckers in the canopy…all very bucolic. The trail was packed full of people and dogs. I do prefer a solitary stroll but I can understand why folks would choose the cool of the a.m. to stretch their legs. Sweat makes everything nasty, which is reason number 432 to avoid sports.

Now that Maggie is officially arthritic, I’m trying to take her on shorter walks, which means…she has to ride to the trail entrances. Poor thing…whimpering in the back of the car, still so game for a walk. Anytime. Anywhere (but preferably near a stream.) I already miss our marathon walks in the woods.

We saw a great blue heron today in the creek, but it was so far away, it looked like a great white heron. That’s pretty much it…  20C/12:00