Waking to fog is one the greatest out the door motivators. I nearly trip over my self trying to get the camera gear ready as I race to get into the park. A quick kiss for my beloved husband Rick and I was heading into the park in my wonderful new vegan boots. Their maiden hike would include a water christening. The dense fog coated the Trees above and each breeze brought down moisture in heavy rain like drops.
As I entered the park a lovely Squirrel revealed itself in the heavy fog by coming closer traveling along a branch. It gave me the Squirrel version of the hands on the hips stare to let me know it knew I was taking its photograph. Soon it ran down the Tree and was on the Tufa Rocks foraging for a morning feast. Further up the trail a Male Cardinal hopped among the branches of a Juniper Tree seeking breakfast. It’s rich red feathers were barely visible in the gray light.
The dense fog created a wall that blocked the usual visibility of West Mountain. Along the trail flashes of wings revealed another vibrant Male Cardinal and a female Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker. Higher on the mountain cream and gold Fungi glowed in the thick gray moving gracefully through the Forest. Dark shapes were revealed as colorful rocks and stumps lead up and down from the trail edges.
As I was leaving the park I could hear a soft pipping sound in the Tree above me. Through the fog I saw a tiny shape perched on a limb, it was a tiny Tufted Titmouse pecking at a seed attached to a cluster of leaves. A perfect ending to a wonderful foggy hike.
Much Love to ALL!