After finishing up all the outside work on Saturday, we decided that Sunday we would get out for a much needed walk in the woods. Besides, Robin's Trinity Maternity Trekking Pants from Mountain Mama arrived a couple days prior and she was itching to try them out. The only caveat to this: Robin is now limited as to how much she can do. With that in mind, it had to be short, not very strenuous, and most of all something that she didn't need to carry any gear - except her camera, which I don't think I could rip out of her cold, dead hands. So we decided that the Judge Branch trail at Frozen Head State Park would fit to a T.
Interpretive Loop (now known as the Interpretive Dance Loop - Ashby's new name for that trail where moves such as the Sunrise, Puppy Roll, and The Half Moon Squat can be practiced), North Old Mac Trail, South Old Mac, Spicewood Branch and finally, Judge Branch.
We spent the next stretch of trail talking about mutant powers and what ours would be. We recently purchased X-Men First Class on DVD for Ashby - so that was one of the many topics we talked about along the hike. Ashby's mutant power would be the ability to blend in to her surroundings. I think she likes Mystique. Mine would be to run at supersonic speeds. Robin, well she didn't have one. I later discovered that hers would be bubble making abilities but that's another story altogether. By the way, after that first footbridge we discovered someone had left their poncho (not the plastic rain type - the old carpet-like native american type) laying on the trail.
After this encounter we continued down the trail. We coasted the rest of the way down with me stopping for pictures here and there. It wasn't long before we came across the old CCC Dynamite Shack. It's been a few years since we've been by this spot so we stopped for more photo ops. You can tell by the comparison of these photos how much has changed since we were here last.
After departing the shack, we started to hear rumbles of thunder. The storms were building and it had gotten considerably cloudier than it had been earlier. So we quickened our pace a little (and Robin quickened her waddle), and we made it off the trail in no time. On our way out we passed two different couples on their way in. The first was an older couple with an older dog, who was very pretty I might add. Clover got her sniffs out of the way as we exchange pleasantries. The other couple was younger and had just started on the trail as we were heading out. I wondered if maybe they had been the campers, as the guy had a Subway sandwich in a bag for lunch. We also wondered if they had considered the storms that were approaching. We exchanged greetings as we passed each other and were off the trail, heading home before the storms hit.
Tim and Robin
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