I stopped for a post-work hike and light supper at York River State Park Tuesday.
Seeking shade and water, I walked some of the nearer trails.
The park has a network of developed trails, with boardwalks across marshy areas and streams.
In the mud are very tiny crabs.
You have to look closely to see them, but the holes give them away.
Some of the trails will take you to the river’s edge, where there are beaches and cliffs where the land has worn or broken away.
I don’t want to be there when this tree lets go.