My wife Christine and I moved to Williamsburg in 2019. We'd planned to travel more in the state this year. Those plans got a little upended.
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But since outdoor activities reduce stress and are reduced-risk, we've been trying to do a little more in that vein.
The other morning we put on our hiking shoes and headed out to York River State Park. It's not too far, temps are dropping just a tad, and it was a road not yet taken.
It's a road with a great deal of variety, especially since it borders the York River, as the name suggests.
The river's history is ancient and fossils, shells and shark teeth can be found on the beaches, along with other interesting fare including periwinkle snails amid the marsh grass.
It brings that sense of awe that comes with the brush of an ecosystem that's alive yet linked to thousands of years of befores.
In the autumn it makes you think of the cycle of decay and renewal.
And the memories of things lost and yet alive within us.
And a reminder that as winters approach, there is something beyond the cold, something to wait for and reach toward.
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