Yesterday, the day sunny and bright, we carved out time to search for the park that eluded us last week, and found it. As I approached the information center, noticed David fallen behind me on the path was speaking with a strange woman with a dog, the volunteer who had answered a few questions the previous week met me as she passed through the door.
“I’ve lost my husband to another woman,” I told her.
When she noticed I was pushing a rollator, she asked if I was the person she had spoken with the week before. Recognizing her voice as she had mine, I said yes. I told her about our losing our way the previous week, and that I had decided to try again as the weather cleared and it was Monday, the day she volunteered.
I was hoping to meet you I said.
I’m only here a half day, she replied as she walked away, I hope you enjoy our park.
Say hello to my husband will you, he’s up the path wearing the Carolina blue jacket.
In the welcome center, I ran into another bird watcher (twitcher) who had returned from a morning jaunt. Speaking with the voluteer at the front desk, he shared the names of the birds he had spotted and filmed on his morning quest, including ducks and teals, Egrets and Herons, and a Hooded Merganser pair. He was quite excited and flushed and friendly.
You will have to visit ealier in the day to enjoy the guided walk and talk, said the volunteer at the front desk.
Full of enthusiasm David and I were soon on our way to the marsh. However, David walking with his cane, soon tired and collapsed on a bench. I’ll wait here he suggested.
I pushed on and soon reached the edge of the marsh and the boardwalk. Little children were everywhere running, yelling, and scaring ducklings. Bizarre, I thought, having learned at an early age how to stalk wild creatures.
I spoke to several of the children as I pushed my rollator around the boardwalk. “You’ll never see anything if you make a lot of noise,” I told two of the children, after I pointed out an old turtle who had not fled the scene and we leaned over the boardwalk to look at brave tadpoles.
About then, my phone began to ring, and although it was muffled, and buried in my bag, I could hear it, but decided not to answer it.
Soon the wind came up and in a great gust and sent my hat sailing into the water. I watched as it slowly sank in the murky water, feeling badly as it had been a favorite and now it littered the pond. I walked on circling the pond on the boardwalk loop.
Despite the chaos, I managed to snap a few photos. However, my distance lens did not do what I wanted. Thus I mostly got the horizon with ducks in the distance far from the rollicking children.
Later one of the children to whom I had spoken earlier came running up with my hat in her hand.
You will have to wash it, she said.
How did you get it, I asked visualizing her jumping into the pond.
My Mom fished it out with a stick.
After this, I began to walk the path I had traveled earlier to the bench where I left David. As I walked, I encountered people me who asked if I was Dianne. I told them yes, and they said your husband is worried about you.
After walking about fifteen minutes, I saw David ahead of me on the path, his bright blue jacket quite visable through the trees. As he walked slowly, I caught up to him, my leg aching from my long walk. I was worried and called you he said. I was on the boardwalk, I told him.
As we reached our car, a woman descended from another car bearing a handicap placard. Slowly, she lowered herself into a manual wheelchair and rolled up the path, phone in hand. Surely she is a voluteer at the information center, I suggested.