You can have an adventure just about anywhere, even if you’re not looking for it. Today I went for a walk in the park and ended up in my very own version of The Princess Bride; not the kissing part, the fireswamp part. Here’s how my walk started out:
Pretty, right? Snowy pathways, leafy trees, all very benign. I took the path to the left, winding upwards into the thick woodlands. As I wandered deeper into the woods, I began to notice more and more branches lining the walkways:
I also noticed that said branches were not attached to trees. Hmm. A little further on, I began to hear loud cracks or popping noises (fireswamp, anyone?) and this happened:
Yhup, a flurry of branches broke free from their trees and plummeted noisily to the pathway right in front of me. But that was only the beginning:
I got quite adept at hearing the telltale cracks and backing up against the nearest tree trunk to make sure I was out of harm’s way. It’s amazing how quickly your survival instinct kicks in. Obviously at this point I had decided to cut short my idyllic woodland ramble and was heading back towards open spaces, but there were more surprises in store. A thundering snap sounded like a cannon shot which resulted in this:
…and an even louder one provided this:
That flurry of snow on the right hand side is the rest of the snow coming down from the tree as that branch (well, not really a branch so much as most of a tree) had literally just crashed down 5 feet in front of my face. Here’s what the remnant of the tree looked like:
Thankfully, I made it safely out of the fireswamp, now can we skip to the kissing part?