Third Quarter Moon
I am beginning to think that three fourths of the state of Maryland consists of bramble-infested woody bogs. I became well acquainted with one last night on the edge of Parole near Waterworks Park. I’m pretty sure I woke up 6 or 7 inches lower in elevation than when I finally fell asleep after midnight.
I’m surprised I wasn’t covered in a tannic acid stained pool by dawn. So THAT’S why I never see hobos here. There’s no place to sleep! All the stable high ground has been scraped clean and developed into homes and businesses. Bums got no chance, I tell ya!
There was a nasty one-car wreck on Defense Highway this morning right before I got there. A red SUV was turned over in a roadside bog and emergency teams were on the scene as I passed. They were not moving with any urgency. I think that means it was too late. Pretty creepy on a day so leapy.
I gave it the old midshipman try, but I never really found my stride today. I met most of my goal but I stopped earlier than I had planned. The good news is I’ve now walked over 100 miles and nothing is broken. I think I need to eat better.
I saw lots of horses between Parole and Bowie. They were frisky later in the day when the wind blew extra hard. Earlier they were intensely grazing and ignored all my whistles.
I came to a ROAD CLOSED sign as I turned a corner toward the Patuxent River. Nothing bugs me more than having to retrace my steps, so I stood there for a long time trying make up my mind. Should I go around the warning sign and check it out for myself or should I double back and hike on busy US 50?
I finally decided just to go for it and that was the right choice. Just past a second, even larger barrier, was a perfectly serviceable one lane bridge.
I crossed the bridge and manuevered around another, bigger barrier to the Patuxent River Park. Too bad I’m not towing a canoe behind Bobalooie. I could do some recreational bog paddling.
There were two police cars parked in the parking lot and no visible picnic tables, so I sat on a stump, ate my lunch, and moved on. The east coast is so very densely populated. Even the farmland and the state parks feel a little like the city. It will take some getting used to.
Peace, Love, and Bogland,