It's October. Days are getting shorter, mornings are much cooler, and the leaves are starting to come 'alive' with color. Those legless and scaly wonders that I have such an appreciation for are beginning to slow down and take advantage of the peak warmth cast out by the fall sun.
Eastward we travel, a few days away from our normal lives. No studying. No work. No real world worries. Best friends, old acquaintances, snake hooks and cameras in tow, we set out to find our quarry, and anything else we run into along the way.
What awaits us? Maybe the snakes we so eagerly seek, or a family of black bears taking in the benefits of the last corn in the fields. Maybe the harriers have started their descent from up north to hunt the open fields of Pungo, or the millions of red winged blackbirds finding that familiar winter refuge.
We pile in for the adventure that awaits, hoping that the mosquitoes have gone for the year, that luck is on our side, and we'll return with a sense of renewal - memories that will forever be etched in our minds, and stories to share with those we left behind.
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