The Ribbon Walk

I went out early to walk to the park. Further than I have any business walking to, but largely 'impressive' to those who know me, (haha). Alas I would have you, my true blue blogger pals, know the trick behind this treat. Meanwhile, once I discovered I'd have to walk a half mile to get there, I became scared. Ooh, what if someone ran me down on the highway... what would I do? Yes, I know, I might darn near lay there bleeding to death. Worse still the impact might crush my bag of “Cheetos” @R. The birds would flock over my head, encircling my bag and squawk, “let go of the bag, lady.” (Oh bother). Well nothing so dramatic happened; I drove my van to the little parking lot. Jumped out with the energy of a spry 50 year old, (haha). Took in a deep breathe of the wondrous air and began choking and coughing. After seeing all the birds awake and fly off, I settled down for a nice pace through the woods... and that delicious trail called “The Ribbon Walk”. (Don't ask me, as I've no idea why it's called that.) The light was just ahead upon the trail, and I knew the happy moment was in my sight. I put my little ace-ladder chair on the ground... sat down, and focused the old digital camera. I pressed the button that says, “T” for telephoto... and my picture tells the rest of the story! (No, I did't walk that far... what about bears and stuff? What about ticks falling from the trees? What about the jacket I left in the van?) It was great! Thanks, Dixie