In the woods again..

Terri and I stood there on the uneven gravel, contemplating on witch way we were going to make it down into the thick mass of trees, bugs, and humidity.We could have just went straight, and made our own path through all the poky sticks, and the stinging of thorn plants, but we decided to go the more interesting way. It looked easy enough, until the rubbery grip on the bottom of my tennies glided down the smooth side of the paved bridge. The only thing i had to reach out and grab to keep myself steady, were plants and twigs that quickly de-rooted themselves with the pull of my body weight. Good thing the only injury i had was a slight prick on the finger from a thorn.