10-22 Crossing the Tuckahoe Creek

The weather here in Green Bay took a wet turn on Wednesday and Thursday this week. I've decided that I am going to stick with the old saying 'the joy is in the journey' and wimped out. I theorized that if I walked at lunchtime in the rain, my hair might look bad all afternoon (ha, that is assuming it looked good in the morning....). Then, Wednesday night I subbed on daughter Aimee's bowling team, so didn't have time to walk (whew). Then Thursday night it was all dark, wet and gloomy when I got home. I gave myself permission to kick back in a quilt and watch Project Runway.

But, Indian Summer is making a last gasp and I walked 4 miles yesterday and 5.37 miles this afternoon.  In Maryland, I walked from Denton through the towns of Ridgely and Jumptown. I am walking along the trails of the Tuckahoe State Park and it is so beautiful.

Tuckahoe State Park trailway

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The last couple of nights we have fallen asleep to the sound of rain on the camper roof. We curled up in our recliners with hot chocolate and watched TV. Even the dog didn't want to venture out to do his business, we had to hold an umbrella over him while he visited with mother nature. What a whimpy dog. But now, it is glorious out. We are camping in the Tuckahoe State Park, which has some marshy areas near the creek and it is full of migrating birds. Tonights sleep song will be screeching cranes and honking geese.

Marshlands of Tuckahoe Creek

Looking forward to the sounds of the sea again, 25 miles to go to the Chesapeake Bay.

I have now walked a little over 67 miles since I started my Journey on October 3rd. My feet have been a little achy, so today I decided to wear 2 pairs of socks. It felt pretty good until about mile 3, when I realized that my feet had swollen a little and now it felt like I was walking on a wrinkle. So, I sat down and took off the extra socks. But, by the time I got home I had big blisters on two of my tootsie's. My friend Kathy is here to sew again and she advised against my sticking a straight pin in them. But, as my husband can attest, I do not listen well and popped them anyway. Not helping...ow...ow...ow..