Holy humidity. Yesterday we took a short walk with the kids down the greenway, a new “hiking” trail in Fernandina. Florida hiking is, as you may have guessed, very different from desert mountain hiking. I’ve been climbing- well, up mountains, or down into canyons, or up mountains and then down into canyons, using scrub and rocks to pull myself up the steeper sections, hoisting myself up onto rock outcroppings to snap photos of my route up. So when I saw the tire ruts and the completely flat expanse of trail on the Greenway, I was a little disappointed. The hike did get a little harder once I had to start carrying Jack.
But it was the humidity that killed me. I wasn’t kidding when I told someone recently that there are some months in the summer here where we just don’t go outside. I love my garden, but once the heat of the summer hits I abandon it faster than a bad diet. I came home from New Mexico energized from seven days of hiking morning and afternoon though and declared that as a family, we’ll start hiking the local trails. I neglected to consider several things: bugs, humidity, and the pace of children.
Still, we had fun: