I returned to Indian Cave SP yesterday and saw that the colors had faded to shades of brown. This is the time of year when the visual delight of fall colors gives way to the auditory one of the swish - crunch, the sound made as my feet move through the carpet of fallen leaves covering the hiking trail.
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| A ladybug on my hairy arm. |
I exited the trail on the way back to my car when I was surprised to see a thin cloud of swarming insect. I sat on a bench to rest and was immediately joined by four or five ladybugs landing on me and my cell phone screen as I was taking pictures. I don't think I have ever seen so many ladybugs at once - the closest was in 1996 on the ladybug trail in Sequoia NP though those were huddled on the ground warming themselves in the sun. These were buzzing around me as I sat on the bench and as I walked the miles or so back to my car. A few even joined me on the drive back to Omaha.
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| A ladybug on my pants leg. |
The ladybugs were a nice ending to a rather tough 8+ mile (12.8+ km) hike.
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