I’m still exploring the northern reaches of Bulow Woods, the closest State Park near home. This is a series of photos attempting to capture a sense of the diversity and layers of life in this ancient hammock (protected place) where the Seminole used to live.

In some areas, the forest is open, welcoming, mid-morning light warming the winter grasses, the path wide.

Some of the largest and oldest oaks are microclimates supporting ferns, vines and mushrooms.

Last Friday, I encountered a local, an older woman walking her dog. She told me that she had already walked the loop trail which has been “officially closed” for quite a while. So, being the explorer I am, I decided to come back and do that part of the trail. I already knew the general layout having visited over 9 years ago. The trail is a dent in the fallen leaves and debris lying on the forest floor.

Here I ventured past the “Area Closed” sign and started the 2.2 mile loop around the center of this portion of Bulow Woods.

On this .6 mile section, I noticed little green dots lodged in the trees as temporary trail markers. I think the reason why the public is not being allowed into the area is because unless you’re acquainted with the sometimes subtle markers, you might get lost. Since I’ve been hiking for over 50 years, I didn’t have any concerns other than I knew I would be tired after hiking the entire 5.2 miles.

In “normal” years, Florida receives more rain. This portion of the marsh trail is usually quite muddy but this time there was only a few spots. I just had to pick my way through the grass tuffs and watch for trail markers.

With the completion of the loop portion of the trail, I still had 1.5 miles of walking back to where I was parked.

The weather was perfect, clear and crystalline, great day for a very long walk.

Hope you enjoyed the little outing. It’s hard to capture the essence of this preserved part of old Florida. So much is being ripped down and covered with concrete. These woods are a sanctuary for me and others who enjoy spending time in quiet nature.

On the way out, I heard a very loud owl. Not sure what type. There were also hordes of American Robins, perhaps here to munch on overly ripe holly berries. I also saw signs of feral pig activity. They damage the trail, but it was mostly older.

On the entire trip, I saw 5 people and two dogs, and that was in the beginning “open” section of the trail. I was blissfully alone with the birds, armadillos and squirrels on the loop trail.

Get outside when you can, especially now when so many things are unraveling in the media and geopolitical sphere.

Much love to all,

Eliza Ayres

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