I went looking for autumn color, and found little at the bogs yesterday. The board to cross over was down, so I slipped into the stream and walked in using a combination of bushwacking and stream wading as usual. Things went pretty well, but I was pretty far in and 20 minutes before sunset I decided to leave. About halfway there is a precarious area where I get into the stream, cross, and walk for a while on a path. Reversing my tracks to get out, I could not find the one area where the stream is a bit shallower and there is an opening in the wall of thorns and vines. The light was fading fast, so I thought "F it", crossed over and my thigh highs filled with water, but I managed to climb out, only to become entangled in barbed wire briar. I fought about two feet to the "trail", which was impassable. Fought to get my backpack off, clippers out, I started clipping briar, now a bit anxious as it was getting dark. After a couple of minutes, realized it was hopeless, and I was going to have to swim out. Got back into the stream, and began to wade. At the bend, I was dog paddling, trying to keep my Nikon and lenses high on my back. My Sony RX100 was now fully immersed, as was my GPS. Finally made it shallower water, and with completely filled waders, I must have weighed an extra 80 lbs. Was very glad to see the "take out" as I climbed out of the stream, found my car, stripped down to whitey tightey's and drove out of Wharton with headlights on, hoping the PP would not stop me as I was almost in me birthday suit. I am beginning to realize that I am not Shackleton Jr.
The last two shots were taken with my now croaked Sony RX100. RIP.
The last two shots were taken with my now croaked Sony RX100. RIP.
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