For the first time since 2003, Nashville had more than an inch of snow on the ground last Saturday....for about ten minutes. Less than 24 hours after this pic was taken, everything was grassy green and pretty again and I was on a 3-mile hike in Percy Warner Park. Hey, did you know that when SNOW mets, it turns into WATER? And that makes TRAILS MUDDY. I dragged my friend Carol along and about halfway through I think she wanted to kill me, especially when I told her she couldn't get in my car with those muddy feet. Percy Warner is a pretty park, but I can never quite shake the feeling that I might run across a dead body at any given moment. It feels so remote to not really be remote. You know?
Anyway, it's supposed to be 72 tomorrow, so I am going to take the morning off (MARGIE! DON'T TELL DAVE!) and take a hike in Beaman Park, yet another almost wilderness in Nashville. It's only been open to the public for a year or so, after being a private hunting reserve and then ten years of restoring it and making it accessible to the public. So if I never blog again, it's because a wildcat ate me.
2 comments:
That's some quirky tags you got there, buddy.
Fine. I won't tell. But if you get eaten by a wild animal Dave will be PISSED.
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