End of the Campaign. End of the trail.
Given the state of things, even something normally an easy path can be fraught with terrors. (It’s close to Halloween, so had to use that….OK. Some of you will interpret this to be about the political scene…your issue, not mined.)
Trails during a campaign can start out being smooth and breezy. Open and wide – welcoming to all.
But then there’s a turn in the road.
Things can grow dark.
Draped in the back are light-blocking, energy dragging hanger-on-ers.
Such a mood may be quickly lightened by young wanderers: oblivious to the gloom hanging over their heads, galloping along without care. Their naive enthusiasm worrisome to those scarred by life’s battle wounds who are following behind with caution and deliberation.
Who know what pits lie ahead – some of them have teeth! Best not to trip and fall into one of those.
It’s hard to see ahead sometimes.
There may be roadblocks.
Fortunately some with vision construct places to quietly view the flighty ones. (Don’t want to startle them.)
So a little peek at sky and water without their knowledge – a chance to marvel at the ones who fly free of society’s restraints.
It’s easy to stop and view at a distance.
To turn around there and say “Seen it all.”
Happy to recognize simple fruits of small efforts.
Content to look around and say,
“Got this far. Good enough. I can see what’s down the road. Others can go on.”
Limited by time or abilities or simply lacking motivation, many squint for the first sign of change.
There – look hard and you’ll see it.
For those who wish for more.
For the more ambitious, a different direction.
But warning the path can get rough.
And the footing less secure.
Brush aside those worries and warnings?
A scenery change always seems to perk things up.
With renewed purpose, it’s easy to overlook slight discomforts of mind and body.
And small things can be explained away with conviction.
Sad that little clump of bunny fluff.
Oh, it’s just the way of things.
Only the strong survive…or the clever. (Strong of mind counts, right?)
Even after the way seems to narrow and vision is tunneled.
As time passes, things sometimes get jumbled and tangled.
Easy to lose sight of what’s important.
Exhaustion and dehydration make progress difficult, too.
Occasionally there are bridges over troubled waters.
Sometimes the tide is out leaving troubling murk, mud, and foul smells
Choose to turn back now when the end is in sight?
Persistence leads on.
A short pause here and there to look for migrants who have made it this far in their seasonal flight.
Those who never know if the waters will be welcoming – or all potential dried up.
Too concerned with survival, they are unconcerned with others around.
Finally for all those who dared (and brought water along)
It’s the end of the trail.
Big open skies
Vast deep water.
(You may twist and shout.)
So there it is: a journey, a marsh.
Enjoy the campaign along Molly’s trails?
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Read more about the trails:
Dr. Ned and Fay Dudney Clear Creek Nature Park on Egret Bay. Barrier free. Bird blinds.Popular with families. Dogs allowed on leash.
Pine Gully Trail. Restored wetlands, shady forest. Preserved Karankawa Indian campsite. There are 4 free parking areas along trail/Toddville Road as well as parking with admission to the Seabrook park with facilities, playground, grills, fishing pier.
Texas Parks and Wildlife. Upper TX coast wildlife trails / Clear Lake loops. List of trails, info, map. Pine Gully is listed