2025-06-07 Bear Point to Unknown Bay Outer Loop
트레일 사진
작성자
트레일 통계
- 거리
- 9.25 km
- 상승 고도
- 1 m
- 기술적 난이도
- 중간
- 하강 고도
- 1 m
- 최고 고도
- 1 m
- TrailRank
- 30
- 최저 고도
- -0 m
- 트레일 유형
- 순환형
- 시간
- 3시간 21분
- 좌표
- 483
- 업로드됨
- 2025년 6월 7일
- 리코딩됨
- 6월 2025
부근 Marco, Florida (United States)
조회수 445회, 다운로드 횟수 0회
트레일 사진
일정 설명
We returned to Bear Point this morning to explore more trails. The tide was high, the water warm, and the air still. I thought of a coat of many colors—Dolly’s memory, Joseph’s blessing, and how this place, like that patchwork coat, is stitched from many pieces. Clearings open into quiet bays. Channels twist through mangrove cathedrals. Each turn offers another texture, another hue—blues, greens, ochres, browns.
The usual birds greeted us: ospreys, egrets, the whisper of wings over water. Two lemon sharks glided past, quick and purposeful, uninterested in us. They carried the pulse of something older than this trail, this tide, or our brief visit.
I tried to capture the sunrise. In hindsight, I caught a string of what others mistook for sunset. The colors fooled even me. You must rise early, face east, and earn that light. Still, several photos show the subtle haze of Saharan dust.
This patch of estuary—this coat of many colors—holds no riches in the usual sense. But like the child in Dolly’s song, I left feeling rich. Rich in salt and silence. Rich in birdsong and motion. Rich in a morning stitched from water and wonder.
The usual birds greeted us: ospreys, egrets, the whisper of wings over water. Two lemon sharks glided past, quick and purposeful, uninterested in us. They carried the pulse of something older than this trail, this tide, or our brief visit.
I tried to capture the sunrise. In hindsight, I caught a string of what others mistook for sunset. The colors fooled even me. You must rise early, face east, and earn that light. Still, several photos show the subtle haze of Saharan dust.
This patch of estuary—this coat of many colors—holds no riches in the usual sense. But like the child in Dolly’s song, I left feeling rich. Rich in salt and silence. Rich in birdsong and motion. Rich in a morning stitched from water and wonder.
I love your commentary.
Beautifully written! Made me want to follow your trail as soon as I can.