Later on the day I was feeling pretty brave so I decided to try the Bulkhead again. I hiked up to the cabin on my own, and the experience was so different from the other hikes I've done so far. I walked a lot slower, and I was looking up as I hiked, which I usually forget to do. Normally when I'm hiking up I'm so focused on getting there that I forget to enjoy the hike itself. Today though I cruised by the woods quietly and slowly, looking for chipmunks and up to the tree tops. Once I got to the cabin I sat down and wrote a bit about this experience, wrote a poem, and then kept going on the trail to the Bulkhead. Now, the highest I've ever gone in the Proctor woodlands is the cabin; I've never really talked about the trail with anyone either nor gotten any directions, so my hike today was just full of guessing and hoping that I was making the right turns (which I think I did). The trail was really pretty, but not very good as a trail because it was a little run down – there were bushes and thin trees starting to grow in the middle of the trail, so most of the time I was trying to make my way through the foliage. I ended up getting to this clearing, and I found two smaller trails. I tried to take the one on the right, but I had to turn back because I just did not see very clearly what was part of the trail and what was woods.
Once I got back to the cabin I wrote for a little bit longer and I sketched the trail (or what I could see of it). Overall today was a very different experience that I really enjoyed.
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