I've been going for walks at a nearby park, following the same loop (up the hill along the paved road, shortcut tthrough the forest path, down the paved trail along the stream, and back to where I started). There are a couple of things I've been noticing.
The path through the forest is always changing. It is is under constant attack from all sorts of shrubs, grasses, and briars - I need to start brining clippers with me, to help maintain the trail.
Today, there was a fallen tree blocking the way, along with a multidue of branches, vines, and shrubs that came down with the tree. My husband (he works from home on Thursdays and usually joins me on walks) and I contemplated turning back but decided against it. We considered going under the tree - but there just wasn't enough room to crawl through. So we had to go over it, which involved lots of hand-holding (literally), pulling each other, holding branches out of the way, and checking for poison ivy.
That adventure added about 5 minutes to our walk.
I started to recognize the people that I see in the park. There is the man with the beard walking a hunting dog who never says hello or nods. He doesn't seem unfriendly, just deep in his thoughts. There is the man with two giant dogs (long-haired German Shepherds, maybe?) - we nod to each other but the dogs pretend like I'm not there. There is the lady with the dangling keys who is nearly always passing me (she walks fast! and I can hear her coming...). There is S., our neighbor, who recently lost her husband, and walks at least one of her dogs (Casey) in the park. Her other dog (Millie) prefers shorter walks in the neighborhood, so S first goes around the block with Millie and then drives to the park with Casey. We stop and chat for a few minutes. There is the couple who walk their mid-size white-and brown dog (I can't figure out the breed) who always smile and nod and the dog appears super friendly.
Occasionally, I'll see parents with young kids in stollers, but no one that comes on a regular basis.
Some people are running but I studiously ignore them (why does it feel somehow improper to stare at runners?)
There are a few bikers, but they all look the same to me in their helmets and bibs - it's quite possible that I've been seeing the same people riding bikes every day, but I really can't tell. The best I can do is "that one has a short gray beard!" - which is about half of the men riding bikes.
Dear Reader: any memorable walks laterly?