Wild Forget-me-nots

Brent and I walked back through the woods to the creek. The creek twists and turns through wide swamps so there aren't many people that would walk back to this area. Brent fished. I took pictures of flowers, bugs, and birds. Indy occupied herself by chasing squirrels and generally nosing around. She would come back to check on us and then take off again. Slowly, we worked our way back up the creek. Brent caught some trout and "chubs" but threw them all back. Once we reached where the old railroad right-of-way crossed the creek, we followed it back until it crossed a path that leads home. A wonderfully relaxing afternoon (and only one wood tick!)