More Adventurous

I feel as if I'd be a good deal more adventurous if it wasn't such a bad season for ticks. It's hard to wade through thigh-high grass towards some obscure spot in the distance when you're constantly checking your legs for crawly things (my parents are fairly convinced I'll get Lyme disease). I still get out some though and I've yet to weather more than the usual seasonal bug bites and minor scratches--I don't mind marking my legs in pursuit of something interesting.