Mary was not the only one we met on this trek through the woods. On the footpath under the bridge, we came upon a young lady in a James Madison t-shirt fishing in the James River. She was with the USGS and was fishing for water samples, using a hand crank crane to raise and lower a plastic fish. She explained what they were doing, the simple translation is "seeing what's in the water." She loved what she was doing, and you could hear it in her voice. Cole was fascinated, just to watch her raise and lower the mechanism.
We found ourselves on the trails again this morning, this time around the Otter Creek area of the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was cool, but comfortable as we explored. Feeling the soft fur of moss, overtaken fallen trees. Peeking into crevices. Tip toeing along the stone walls of the locks. Checking fresh skat, from something there moments before. Seeking adventure.
Life is a vapor, here for a bit, then gone. None of us know the number of days we get, and can't add any more when we get to the end. So what do we do with the time that we have?