the lioness in marsh

We found a creek, which probably becomes a river in rainy season and when the glaciers melt. The ground leading to it was so spongey from the wild turkeys' scratch marks. Mr. Dog laid down as if the long dead grass was his bed. On the hike back Mr. Guy said, "That was a complete waste of time."

I smiled at his double entrende...we were both wasting time after lunch before resuming work. An afternoon spent in the wilderness once again. Looking forward to a chill weekend....