I didn’t get to go ‘sploring when we went to play golf yesterday, but I did some today. I didn’t play at all today; P did and I just tramped around in the woods, looking at stuff. We did go to the wetland bit of the park first, and I scrounged around the edges of the ponds, looking for crawlies. Found lots–and lots of frogs–but not the elusive leech. I had a good time and so did P, but I’d forgot to put fresh batteries in the camera, so I had to “budget” my pictures, and I also forgot….water. Stupid thing to forget when it’s 80-plus and you’re stomping about in the woods for four hours. The course is really something, too–some paths looked more like they belonged on Parris Island than on a disc golf course!

Feckin’ frogs EVERYWHERE. This one just stayed there and stared at me. If I hadn’t seen a slight movement of his eye, I would’ve thought he was dead.

This one startled me half to death. I was leaning over to get the first guy, happened to look down and there was another. The other pond didn’t seem to have so many, but this one was Frawg Heaven!

Damn near stepped on this poor li’l toad–had to look twice to see him even after he jumped the first time.

Me, unkinking my Rice Krispies knees after squatting down to rummage through dead leaves in search of creepy critters.

Cute li’l bicolour violet. The ones around it were all purple, but this one dared to be different.

Telephoto shot. Why? Well, because that’s how the paparazzi shoots the celebrities, such as this world famous professional golfer. This park is very, very green.

Eighteenth hole….FINALLY. I was hot, sticky, thirsty, and REALLY beginning to hate wearing shoes. P was sunburnt, hot, sticky and thirsty, but determined to have fun! 🙂

Big, freaky tree. I wonder how long this old guy’s been around?

Anyway, great day, and so was yesterday in spite of the fact that I suck VERY badly at disc golf and I still haven’t found a leech (or finished the article–we mowed the lawn yesterday after we got home so I didn’t have time).