I slowed and kept a sharp eye on the surrounding area, but never saw any black and white furry creatures roaming though the underbrush. After walking about another hundred feet down the path, the pungent odor disappeared. Relieved, I resumed my pace.
A sense of conquering and excitement bubbled up inside as I hiked alone.
No schedules or goals existed except my own, and those were subject to any whim that came to mind. I could stop to snap pictures, take a short walk up a side trail, or rest at any time. The day was mine to enjoy.
Although autumn, the leaves had not yet burst into colorful hues. Instead, trees and bushes wore weary green attire.
Yet I noticed a hidden grandeur along the trail, like the gnarled tree trunk devoid of its bark, and fading summer flowers draped across a rocky outcrop.
I snapped picture after picture, but the camera only caught a glimpse of the actual beauty.
The solo hike…ahhh…try it sometime.