I returned from whence I came, this time with a companion by my side. Barely three feet into the clearing and a flash of white; a family of deer galloped into the woods out of sight. I looked at my dad and smiled.
We found some hunting stands. Amidst the broken limbs and decomposing foliage they stood out, not quite as sore thumbs, but strangers to the land. One was spray-painted in some god-awful neon orange color. It overlooked the swampy lake in front of us, and I imagined what it would look like when all the water evaporated. Another world.
A hiding hole. Some animal was safe and sound, tucked away from meddling humans. I found a stick jammed into its home and I removed it. A sigh and more steps.
At last we found a giant puffball, big enough to feast upon. It was last year's harvest, decayed and rotted from rain and animal munching. So many things to see and hear and smell and, hopefully in a few months' time, taste.
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