Park Series: Springfield Bog

Trev and I kicked off the 2016 Fall Hiking Spree at the Springfield Bog last week. It was less of a hike and more of a leisurely stroll at sunset. As we chatted about the last week, our future together, the week ahead, and any other things that popped into our heads, the sun eased its way down towards the horizon.

As we come upon a year together, I reflect on the time we’ve had. It has easily been one of the most effortless match-ups that I’ve ever had. That isn’t to say that there hasn’t been bumps in the road here and there, but the last eleven months have invoked the image of a river more so than that of a stormy sea. Disagreements dissipate under the clarity of understanding, smiles touch the eyes, nights spent in quiet relaxation. Content. Happy. Understood.

The worn trail weaved its way through the tall grass in a loop. Grasshoppers called to their brothers across the way and bees zipped by to settle in for the evening. The day made way for dusk which made way for the eve. We dropped into a easy rhythm that moved us forward ahead of the diminishing light. A slight detour led us to an overlook of sorts. A balcony let us scan the area and provided the image of seclusion. Mother Nature sang her song of coming night.

Ambling on, we completed the loop in an hour’s span, no worse for the wear. It was the perfect way to spend an evening. If you would like to check it out, I’ve provided the address below the photo set.