Sore Feet in Indiana

A couple of weekends ago the two teenagers and I met up with a friend in Indianapolis and his two oldest kids to go hiking. We packed our tents and sleeping gear into the woods somewhere in the middle of Indiana and spent the night, then finished the rest of the 10 mile loop early the next morning before the thunderstorms hit.

The hikers, loaded up and still chipper at the trail head.

The packs  really weren't that heavy. Most of the weight in mine was my old tent, a sleeping pad (it wasn't thick enough) and some water. Kenrick had the food and some more water. We put a couple of rocks in Anthony's pack just to keep him from feeling left out.

We found a well used 'back-country' site and settled in. Someone broke out the Uno cards.

We shared the hillside that evening with a couple of nice size King snakes who were patrolling the area for tasty morsels.  This one slid past a very quiet frog who hunkered down in the leaves, then army-crawled in the opposite direction just as soon as it could. It was fun to watch. Half of us were rooting for the frog.

Typical of central Indiana, the trail wound up and down through the heavy forest, along well worn stream beds, then back to more sparsely covered ridges. It was a fun trail and a nice time of year to be out.

The hikers all did fine, even the one guy trudging along at the end of the line complaining that his feet hurt.