Shanna Lion's Bridge

Our class trip to Lion's Bridge was fun, even though I wasn't feeling good that day. My favorite part was probably the ducks (gotta love ducks), especially the fat, white one I called Donald. I have lived in Yorktown for twenty years and that was the first time I had ever been to the park at the Mariner's museum. The paths were well kept but still treacherous due to the joggers whizzzing past, intent on exercize. Me and Ashleigh chatted, keeping our own rather slow pace behind the rest of the class. We pointed out the may apples with their umbrella like appeal, and the lovely bloodroot which deserves a name to match its simplistic beauty. The sun shown brightly as we wondered where Dr. Redick had gotten to. We spied him through the trees, off the trail taking pictures. When we lost him we joked that he probably took a short cut and would beat us all back to the bus! I saw a dark colored crane at one point which did not resemble any of the herrons I usually see around my house. I saw a turtle off the path attempting to hide behind a stump. I was surprised at the lack of mosquitoes, and quite glad they had apparently already eaten that day. Poetry was perilous work because it took my eyes off the road and off the joggers. All in all a fun little trip, though I wish we had more time to gaze across the lake.