Last Saturday I went on walk through Paruna Wildlife Sanctuary. It was a good exercise, but I don’t think I’d recommend it for forest bathing just yet — needs some rain to fill the creeks and streams.
Happily, I escaped death twice. I did not get sucked into the earth after walking out onto an apparently, but very much not, dry lake bed that acted way more like quicksand than I was comfortable with. Clambered to safety with my sneakers caked in mud but not needing to have been thrown a rope like in some old timey cowboy show.
And I did not have a heart attack halfway through my walk after finishing a particularly gruelling uphill portion — I’m not a scientist, but how can a walk consist of eighty per cent uphill portions? I had no chest pain, but was suddenly aware that my mid-fifties sedentary body could give out on me at any time. And despite realising halfway that I had not brought enough water, I made it to the end.
Perhaps I’ll visit again when it’s cooler and has had some rain, but maybe it’d be better to head somewhere else. I think I’d rather feel enveloped by greenery rather than looking at it from a distance.
