I finally got my pictures from the Augusta Canal uploaded, tagged, and captioned.
This is the end of a section of stair rail. Weird, but it kind of fits with the outdoor, roughing it theme of the area.
Here’s another wall-percher. For some reason she reminds me of Tamara. I think it’s the hair, though it could also be the attitude. “I’m so cool, I think nothing of sitting barefoot on stone in 60 degree weather, reading a book!”
As you can tell from the order of the pictures, I went down a bunch of stairs (going down isn’t a strain, it’s just going up that’s bad) and then walked across the headgates bridge. I headed up to the quarry, where I turned around, but I took the new bridge near the new fishing dock rather than going all the way back to the headgates. This gave me the opportunity to see the waterfall (and some litter), and then I decided to go through the woods to the parking lot instead of up the long gravel driveway. I think the forest trail was less of a strain than the road would have been.
I walked for about a mile, but for the first half of that I was stopping for photos a lot so I’m not sure how much I can count ;> By the end, though, I had worked up a sweat and was pretty winded. It felt great.
I need to make a photo walk a part of my weekend routine–something that happens every Saturday.
Many many many many many more photos, of varying quality, here.