We were standing on the trail and my friend picked up what I think was an old hazelnut shell. It was well powdered and dusted or the trail sand. She placed it on her thumb like a thumb helmet. Then she put it on my thumb but then it fell. As I recovered it I noticed a tiny bug crawl out like it was frustrated. It was about as small as one fourth the size of a small black ant.
After some lecture time we were allowed to wonder further down the trail. I decided to visit a tree that wasn't incredibly tall but looked well aged. It had thick deep rutted brown bark and had thick twisted and curvy branches and roots. The bark reminded me of black walnut bark, only brown. The twisted, curvy branches and roots had the growth behavior like Crate Myrtles. The tree was giving west shade at this time. There was a random dug-up of potting soil and a sprinkler nearby. The tree was amongst ivy covered ground, which was part of an ivy-covered region in the woods. Thick hairy poisen ivy vines grew up and around the trunk forbidding me to even think of climbing the tree (would have been too perfect otherwise).
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