There are things we will never see, unless we walk to them……

…….In Praise of Walking by Thomas A. Clark.  If I start a hike with a troubled mind, slowly with each step, some clarity returns.  Some days because of the swirling cauldron, it may take a longer hike and thus more steps:) Walking in itself is a meditation and requires very little, just give yourself up to it. You can, for the most part, just use common sense and your sense of wonder, and a new world opens.

Some years ago we camped at Bellevue Beach and decided to go for a walk. It turned into a long hike, down the beach, around a little triangular headland and through various types of vegetation…but oh the amazing things we discovered!

Cronnick or Crunnick
cronnick

Aardvark or anteater? According to the Dictionary of Newfoundland English it is a cronnick or crunnick…a tree or root killed or much weathered by wind. I did not know this at the time, but was totally fascinated by it.  I sent the photo to my brother, SH, who immediately replied “my dear, it’s a crunnick!” and referred me to the Dictionary of Newfoundland English! You also learn new things on a hike.

cronnick
cronnick………..a different view:)

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On this same hike, I came across this and I still don’t know how this perfectly round hole was formed. It’s so good to grow young.