Yield to snaquestrians. Alas, 20 odd miles of riding and running on this trail, no sightings of any snakes or creatures other than some angry Ospreys who did not like us anywhere in the neighborhood of their nests.
I did score this slashy slashy gutty gutty knife on one of the fishing put-in access road. Sitting there open on a dirt road. I first almost ran it over on my bike, then I needed to through my body over it to protect it from an aggro pickup truck driver in a big hurry to get to the road.
Satisfyingly heavy, made in china, Winchester brand, "executive" wood and brass finish.
Spent a nice weekend taking the baby on her first real tent camping trip. She loved it. I am not sure I can hack ground sleeping anymore. But it was nice to go up north for a bit to beat the heat.