It’s a strangely alluring spot with well-maintained trails and lots of wildlife to see.
The trail system wends through low-lying countryside of forests and marshes, crossing quiet country lanes and dirt roads.
There were many handsome birds on display and a few more retiring creatures.
I took this enormous turtle for a rock. It’s about the size of two human heads! What was he doing here?
He was being, just being. He wasn’t thinking anything, or doing anything, or making any plans, or regretting any past decisions or behaviors. He wasn’t wondering about the future or misremembering the past. He wasn’t telling himself old, old lies just to keep his morale up. He wasn’t thinking about his next fix or his next meal or his next chance to shag. (Actually, I dunno, maybe he was thinking about his next meal; what do these guys even eat?). He wasn’t worrying about the end of democracy in America and the world as we know it. He was just being. I think someday I’ll be able to do all that.
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