The first thing I noticed was my heavy way of walking. I thrusted my heels into the pavement, just as I did when I was wearing shoes.
Very soon I had to change my way of walking, using the outsides of my feet more and rolling them more as I went. It felt quite strange at first and was quite painfull for some muscles too, but I got the hang of it soon.
By then I had left the manmade surfaces and entered the woods..... or what is left of it...
Amazing how I experienced the forrest, how I feel the soil and how silent I could go!!!
I could feel the warmth of the bare earth in the sun, I felt the humus under the fallen leaves and I barely snapped a twig, when I left the paths.
With these I could stake deer a lot easier..... assuming I would have mastered the other skills involved in that... I was able to walk up to a couple untill I could overhear their conversation, which was quit private. I left as silent as I came in and they never knew I was there, although I made no extra effort to be stealthy or unseen!
Even moist soil near stream and groundwater was no problem
|My wintershelterspot has been ravaged...|
|so much to see...|
The water is coming up from the ground and is crystalclear..... yet I am hesitant to drink it.... unless properly filtered.
I did get strange looks when I met people on the paths. At first the might have thought I might be some kind of parkranger or something, untill they saw my "shoes"....
I spent some hours here, looking at a pair of buzzards, calling each other, flying through the still open canopy. I think they were looking for or have found a nestingspot up there, because they kept circling and kept coming back.
Enjoying the "silence", I cut myself a walkingstick... "Silence", because the small piece of forrest was crawling with people, walking their barking dogs and yelling kids.
The funpart was, no one noticed me sitting there, just a few meters away from them.
|trees coming into foilage|
|and sweet scenting blooms everywhere!|