here. One thing about this particular path is that, on foot and going at sawing pace, it seems really, really long. I am disappointed to report that it is, so far, only a little over 1.5 miles round trip from home, and that does not a very long horseride make. Anyway, at one point as I was slashing my way through the woods, covering myself with sawdust and bits of bark and lichen (it's even worked its itchy way into my undergarments), I stood up right into a spider's web. I noted a blurry black dot--it was too close to my face to see clearly--batted absently at my hat (I was ON THE TRAIL and TOO BUSY WITH SAWING to worry about my health), and forgot about it. Imagine my alarm when I returned home, removed said hat and glasses to clean them, and felt that my procerus was distended. Felt with my hand, mind you--I had not felt a bite with my face. After a brief surge of anxiety, I took a Benadryl just to be on the safe side, and told MS that she was to watch for any symptoms of arachnid-induced nasal deterioration. I think it's probably not a big deal, and hey--the wrinkles (well, couple of them) are gone!
This is a mine that I found deep in the woods (well, about 0.75 miles in). Difficult to see, no? That's what makes them dangerous! There was a lot of gold mining once in these here hills . . .