Sooooo, I suppose this is one of the reasons they tell you to never hike alone — the disorienting, downright Lovecraftian plantlife that limits your visibility, confuses your sense of direction and challenges your sanity. (I arrived at this insight hiking alone.) I have recently come to understand that this is what the people from the South and the West sometimes refer to as “the brush.”
I am frequently surprised when walking through the hills at how uneven the terrain is. (Probably why they call it “the hills.”) But I’m gaining a new appreciation for how daunting mountain flora can be.
I also saw a white-tailed deer — it looked as big as a frikkin’ Clydesdale.