|One of several garbage-strewn areas in the WMA|
|Into the depths of Cimmeria|
Every trail has to have a body of water that sort of creeps you out. After the aid station, you pass by Beaver Pond, which I have sometimes referred to as Creepy Pond. There is an abundance of bull-frogs, small beaver dams, and areas packed with lily-pads. This year, the weather was absolutely clear and no fog lifted from the water, Narnia-like, but it was no less creepy. Save for the human-like conversations of bullfrogs, no other sounds emanated from this small expanse of still water, my heavy breathing notwithstanding.
So now I need Parkour lessons?
|Power-cuttin' it up|