Most beautiful day so far this year – seventy in the shade before nine, barely a cloud in the sky. My morning walkie is becoming a tradition, but this time I did it in a t-shirt and lugging water.
One of the fun things about walking around out here is that you’re probably not the first person ever to be in that particular place but you might be the first in decades or even centuries. Pay attention to the ground and you might find something cool that somebody else dropped. I actually got my firewood axe this way, long time ago.
Mostly it’s just rusted junk, though, and sometimes it’s a little weird. Like this morning – I’m walking around in what could justifiably be called the middle of frickin’ nowhere, right?
…and up ahead I see something shiny on the ground. Could be something metal, might be a flake of mica. Probably just a trick of the sun with some quartz. But I get up close, and…
A perfectly good little stainless steel fork. Looks like it hasn’t lain there since much before the last rain, though of course it could have been years. I have no idea why it was there.
When you come to the fork in the trail . . .
😉
I did, too. 🙂
Yogi Berra lives!!!!!
Surely that Stainless Steel fork was left eons ago by ancients, careless people that they were.
Somebody was spying on you, and dropped their tofu fork…