After getting back from Philadelphia, I wanted to get to the park, worried that the wildflowers might have bloomed without me. But the combination of rain and coolness worked in my favor. On Friday morning, I donned my Sperry duck boots and headed down the back trail. It’s going to be a bad year for ticks, so I had tights on under my hiking pants and my socks up over the bottoms. I have a healthy respect (and dislike) for ticks and their diseases.
