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

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………..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.