A mist had set in. A chipmunk scrambled along the log, then disappeared. Blue jays were heard from a distance. Two hawks soared above. And a ball of quills, an actual porcupine chewing on something right on our trail the BLT Trail, stepped aside as the six of us trekked along. It was slow with its movement compared to our spriteful strides.
We met Agi and later Jen, Agi on her bike and Jen as a dog sitter with her two canine dependents. They are regulars. I’m now their friend having met the