A bright sunny winter day in February is not a
good time for taking nature photographs, but I dragged
along the camera gear anyway for a hike on a part of
the Ozarks Highlands Trail in early 2001. Here
and there we found some nice things to shoot,
including a pretty little waterfall with moss hanging
from its lip. And we discovered we could walk
around behind the falls, where we were greeted
with this view.
I had hiked
the same area in the spring of 1996 with Darby and
managed to sprain my ankle several miles in.
As I continued hiking for another couple miles the
ankle kept getting stiffer and more painful, until
I finally decided I ought to get out of there. The
hike back to the trail head was something of
an ordeal and was about the longest five miles
I've ever walked,
did have the salutary effect of convincing me that
ankle-supporting high-topped hiking boots were probably
a good idea.