Walking Up the Brook

Earlier this week, Laura’s parents came to visit. We did a bunch of fun stuff, such as visiting Bar Harbor, driving my truck up in the hills north of us and making our way toward the back of our property to visit the brook. I have posts on the stuff we did together and what you’re currently reading is the post for our brook adventure.

It’s much tougher getting back to the brook ever since the grass and weeds have grown in multiples of feet. We used to easily stroll back there. Now, we’ve got to wonder where we’re walking and wonder if we’re going to trip over some sort of branch or piece of wood. Luckily nothing terrible happened and we all made it out in one piece.

I think they liked the brook. I understand that Laura and I are definitely into nature more than most people out there, but even with that in mind, her folks enjoyed getting lost in the thick. They didn’t walk up the center of the brook like it did, but we really didn’t expect them to. Actually, I didn’t expect to do that myself. It just sort of happened.

The water isn’t too high back there. I’d guess that it’s about a foot deep in most places. The beavers really haven’t been working as hard as they used to. This makes for some good river walking – which is defined as basically walking up a river.

There is one thing you need to be careful of when walking up a brook like this – and that’s broken glass. My trip on Wednesday was short because I was bare footed. I went as far as I could before I remembered that I wasn’t wearing any foot protection. Once that occurred to me, I headed back. I did make it far enough to know that I want to go back there with my Crocs on and walk much farther. I think it’d be cool to see what the brook looks like upstream.