Just what in the heck does Mark have in his backpack that he needs a waist strap while on a casual walk in the woods: A foldup cot and tent? A boom box? A fully-stocked picnic basket?

So we are viewing Mark and Cherry’s nature walk in Lost Forest, where we espy Spanish Moss (Tillandsia usneoides) hanging from the trees. Well, I’m guessing Spanish Moss is what Rivera had in mind, as opposed to soggy “bathroom tissue” that kids like to use when papering houses. Spanish Moss is not always white and is really more curly-cued and stringy. It shows up as far north as the Dismal Swamp in south east Virginia, near where I grew up. Longtime readers will recall one of Mark’s infamous boat explosions taking place on Lake Drummond (scroll the Great Dismal story on this web site).

I reckon we won’t get to see another view of those eagles, especially their nests. From what I’ve read, the nests are actually very large and very deep to accommodate the size and weight of the birds. Maybe Mark will discuss it this coming Sunday. Otherwise, we might as well settle back, put on some good music, and sip some wine as we vicariously walk along with Mark and Cherry, while we await the usual phone call from Bill Ellis. It’s bound to happen. I think it is a contractual obligation.