Jun. 16, 2008
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One Tick Too Many
We went for a four mile hike today which was fairly easy as far as hikes go. I'd give it a two on a scale of one to ten. I don't even know the name of the trail and the sign that used to be there telling you where you were going was missing. Never mind. My son has just informed me it was there, I missed it. As did everyone else in the family. No matter, we went.
We crossed a river four times and numerous little streams feeding into the river. Don't ask me the name of the river, I don't know that either. I do however know the name of the campground where the trailhead starts and that happens to be Wildcat. I was somewhat prepared, packing a lunch, water, extra socks, sweater, compasses, fire starter kit, and that sort of thing. I knew where I was, just not the name of anything. Which sounds a lot like my schooling experience. I always knew what the whole thing was about, just not the name of any parts of it.
We came to a point where I decided I didn't want to go any further. Easy as it was, my knees are not brave soldiers. Nor for that matter are my hips. I'm a joint accident waiting to happen. So I plopped myself down on a log and Dear Man and Eyebright and BlueJane decided to see what they could see from the top of a hill. They trudged through the underbrush to reach their goal, while I flicked big black ants off the log I was sitting on. Tiki whacked sticks on things and Cheeko pretended to be a guard, marching back and forth on a log. After half an hour or so Dear Man and girls returned to report the view.
We did travel on a bit further in search of a large rock they had seen from the top of the hill but it was much too far for me to consider wanting to see anymore so we turned back. We meandered our way home, ate our dinner, and sat down to relax. The children started taking showers. One child hollered that they wanted me to come look at something. Turns out it was a tick. Fortunately it was not embedded into the child's skin. It was just crawling about, apparently trying to decide on which would be the freshest area to dig his teeth into.
So a search for ticks on human bodies and clothing began. So far nothing. Hopefully that is the one and only tick we picked up and brought home with us. Although I keep getting this creepy, crawly feeling all over my skin. I hope I don't dream about it. That was just one tick too many. |

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