What a bizarro afternoon I had on Sunday. I had to get my 3 year old out of the house so Daddy could do some work. It was the first day with temps in the low 80's and nearly no humidity, so we went up to the Ruffner Mountain Nature Center, which has lots of hiking trails. We've been up there many times but usually just stuck to the easy, paved trails.
The easy, paved trails only took us 45 minutes so we tried the Mine Ruins trail, which goes in a loop off the Ridge/Valley trail, then we'd go back along the Ridge/Valley trail the way we came, rejoin the main trail and go home. The mine ruins were cool. If I'd found them as a kid, I could've had some serious Middle-Earth fun there.
But no--before I could get my bearings, my son "ran out of good" right as we were emerging from the Mine Ruins trail to where it intersects with the other one, and went crashing off into the brush. I caught him and wrestled him back onto the trail, but by then I'd gotten totally turned around and couldn't tell by looking at the trail signs which way to go to get back to the Nature Center.
So I guessed...wrong. We were almost all the way to the back entrance of the park. We had walked nearly the entire Ridge/Valley trail, which as its name implies is a lot of up-and-down. So basically, we wandered lost for about 2.5 hours. All told, we spent 5 hours hiking.
We saw a hawk in a tree, watched 2 woodpeckers fighting, saw lots of black/blue butterflies, found hundreds of huge green, yellow and brown acorns.
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