Descent into Nature
The other morning, on about 2 hours of sleep, I left with my mother at 4 a.m. on a two-plus—hour drive to the Mattamuskeet National Wildlife Refuge. I got no coffee from no Starbucks along the way, because there wasn’t one. In the whole 140-mile route, not one Starbucks.
The fog was dense the entire trip out. At times, we could only see a few feet in front of the car. My mother was planning to photograph the sunrise, the reason for the visit, but the fog was too thick for the good shots that made the spot desirable.
When it was light out, we drove around so she could take pictures of birds. I could take or leave a bird, to be honest.
Even though it is late December, the Eastern Seaboard is experiencing a humid heat wave. Early morning was 80 degrees and muggy. The mosquitoes were rampant. The car was my only shelter from the bug onslaught, yet, every time the door was opened or the window rolled down, they swooped in and buzzed around.
This really pissed me off. I began attacking them with a folded map. When I got one, I would cheer in triumph and roll down the window to flick the carcass outside, at which time five more would fly in. This lasted literally hours.
As the morning wore on, the fog burned off and the sun came out. Eventually, we left.Highlights for me included the foggy treescapes and the turtles relaxing on a log. Nature is great if we could get rid of the bugs, humidity, mud, and, if I’m being frank, most of the animals.