We are wandering in the piney woods. Well, I can hear the others coming closer, and I am leaning against a log writing a blog post, because I have cell network in the forest.
It's the sort of piney woods with lots of fallen trees and spongey soil from all the years of pine needles rotting into mulch. The sky is grey, and the ferns are green, and everything feels damp and cool.
Others are looking for mushrooms. I hate mushrooms (slimey. mushy. ew.). So I am wandering and observing. It's an adventure, either way.