<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:39:46.676-08:00</updated><category term='trail'/><category term='komodo'/><category term='lizard'/><category term='australia'/><category term='dinosaur'/><category term='seasons'/><title type='text'>New York Forest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-5648698579539229773</id><published>2008-02-07T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:13:46.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Climbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R7s4VFRdt_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Lq2Umzz_U8Y/s1600-h/climb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168786932181612530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R7s4VFRdt_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Lq2Umzz_U8Y/s320/climb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of the secluded gullies of New York become winter playgrounds for ice climbers. Waterfalls turn into majestic sculptures that can be climbed with the proper equipment. It's amazing that each year all of the ice will disappear with rising temperatures, and then reform the next winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-5648698579539229773?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/5648698579539229773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=5648698579539229773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/5648698579539229773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/5648698579539229773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/02/ice-climbing.html' title='Ice Climbing'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R7s4VFRdt_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Lq2Umzz_U8Y/s72-c/climb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-7769826288726503341</id><published>2008-01-16T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:25:06.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R45-qNTBpgI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_ERief-M94/s1600-h/IMGP2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156197886974862850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R45-qNTBpgI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_ERief-M94/s200/IMGP2015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can any of you nature enthusiasts tell me what kind of &lt;a href="http://10000birds.com/"&gt;bird&lt;/a&gt; this is? I mean other than a dead one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-7769826288726503341?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7769826288726503341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=7769826288726503341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/7769826288726503341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/7769826288726503341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/01/mystery-bird.html' title='Mystery Bird'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R45-qNTBpgI/AAAAAAAAACk/N_ERief-M94/s72-c/IMGP2015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-2586971972219997834</id><published>2008-01-16T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:23:09.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meleagris gallopavo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R451oNTBpdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JSzG-kXPx1Y/s1600-h/IMGP1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156187957010474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R451oNTBpdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JSzG-kXPx1Y/s320/IMGP1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wild turkey almost gave me a heart attack last summer. It was early August, and I was standing in a sunny spot in the woods with thick undergrowth. It was completely silent, until a big turkey flew up from a spot inches from where I was standing. I looked down, and saw a nest with eggs! Hopefully she came back to her brood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-2586971972219997834?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/2586971972219997834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=2586971972219997834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/2586971972219997834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/2586971972219997834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/01/meleagris-gallopavo.html' title='Meleagris gallopavo'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R451oNTBpdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JSzG-kXPx1Y/s72-c/IMGP1933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-167150608352575796</id><published>2008-01-15T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:26:54.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambystoma maculatum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R40tJNTBpcI/AAAAAAAAABs/JC5kUTnjVbI/s1600-h/IMGP1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155826784620619202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R40tJNTBpcI/AAAAAAAAABs/JC5kUTnjVbI/s400/IMGP1929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R40s9tTBpbI/AAAAAAAAABk/aF5lmwFXVx8/s1600-h/IMGP1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155826587052123570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R40s9tTBpbI/AAAAAAAAABk/aF5lmwFXVx8/s200/IMGP1925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ambystoma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maculatum&lt;/span&gt;, or spotted &lt;a href="http://www.freelantzsolutions.com/plethodon/blog/"&gt;salamander&lt;/a&gt;, is seldom seen most of the year. It's reclusive lifestyle is broken for a brief time in the spring, however, when adults will migrate to breed in vernal pools or other bodies of water that lack predatory fish. During this time of unusual activity, spotted salamanders can be seen crossing roads in large numbers. The rest of the year you will have to do some searching if you are to meet one of these beautiful animals. I found this one under a rock near a secluded gully in July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-167150608352575796?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/167150608352575796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=167150608352575796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/167150608352575796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/167150608352575796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/01/ambystoma-maculatum.html' title='Ambystoma maculatum'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R40tJNTBpcI/AAAAAAAAABs/JC5kUTnjVbI/s72-c/IMGP1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-6670997165690727667</id><published>2008-01-13T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T14:04:36.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='komodo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lizard'/><title type='text'>Megalania prisca</title><content type='html'>What would it be like to encounter a &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2008/01/13/wdragon113.xml"&gt;two-ton lizard&lt;/a&gt; in the wild? How about just finding the fossilized bones of such a monster?  I would be happy with either. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-6670997165690727667?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/6670997165690727667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=6670997165690727667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/6670997165690727667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/6670997165690727667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/01/megalania-prisca.html' title='Megalania prisca'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-4261900418416262558</id><published>2008-01-11T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:28:35.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Old Trail, New Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4r_FtTBpZI/AAAAAAAAABU/EympDhP8rQ4/s1600-h/IMGP1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155213197002778002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4r_FtTBpZI/AAAAAAAAABU/EympDhP8rQ4/s200/IMGP1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4r-rNTBpYI/AAAAAAAAABM/cJsG4Ma7n3I/s1600-h/IMGP1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155212741736244610" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4r-rNTBpYI/AAAAAAAAABM/cJsG4Ma7n3I/s200/IMGP1671.JPG" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have a favorite &lt;a href="http://www.tommangan.net/twoheeldrive/"&gt;hiking&lt;/a&gt; spot that we visit more than any other? I would bet most do. It's a combination of proximity, beauty, and perhaps low traffic from other hikers that draws us to these areas. My favorite place to hike is just six miles from home. I try to hike that trail at least once a week during the milder months. Although it's the same trail every time, it's never the same hike. The changing seasons always add a new element to the experience. In July, I feel like I am walking through a jungle. The woods are filled with foliage, insects, and other living things, and each hike involves an encounter with a seldom seen plant or animal. In the fall, change is everywhere. Secluded stands of sugar maples filter the sunlight to create a colorful new world below the canopy. Each day in the spring seems to offer a gift, whether it's a colony of emerging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;may apples&lt;/span&gt; or the sudden green haze of expanding buds on deciduous trees. The winter is its own world, clean and silent, and the tracks of wildlife serve as telling signs of winter activities. The seasons, however, are still just one source of novelty.&lt;br /&gt;If your favorite hike follows an established trail, and you want to add some freshness to the experience, try leaving the trail for a moment, and making a C-shaped path off into the woods that will bring you back to the main trail. This method provides some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; of bushwhacking, without the danger of getting lost. You will find some of the most interesting &lt;a href="http://ginsenghunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;plant life&lt;/a&gt; just a few feet off the beaten path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-4261900418416262558?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/4261900418416262558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=4261900418416262558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/4261900418416262558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/4261900418416262558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-trail-new-hike.html' title='Old Trail, New Hike'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4r_FtTBpZI/AAAAAAAAABU/EympDhP8rQ4/s72-c/IMGP1664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-1631039980237505741</id><published>2008-01-09T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:30:32.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizards in New York?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4bc89TBpXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nCXf89vfu6c/s1600-h/IMGP1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154049763376735602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4bc89TBpXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nCXf89vfu6c/s200/IMGP1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4bcMtTBpWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WYl_4YiJJio/s1600-h/IMGP1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154048934448047458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4bcMtTBpWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WYl_4YiJJio/s200/IMGP1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child who loved &lt;a href="http://reptilenews.blogspot.com/"&gt;reptiles&lt;/a&gt;, I often wished I lived further south. The occasional garter snake or &lt;a href="http://darrennaish.blogspot.com/2006/05/snapping-turtles-part-iii-bite-lunge.html"&gt;snapping turtle &lt;/a&gt;was always an exciting find, but during trips to South Carolina or Florida I was amazed by the abundance of lizards and other fascinating reptiles. Imagine my suprise when, after over twenty years of exploring the woodlands of New York, I found my first lizard: a Coal skink. The habitat was unusual as well - a very desert-like rocky slope on the north side of a stream. I have since returned to the exact site many times, and have found nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-1631039980237505741?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/1631039980237505741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=1631039980237505741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/1631039980237505741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/1631039980237505741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/01/lizards-in-new-york.html' title='Lizards in New York?'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4bc89TBpXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nCXf89vfu6c/s72-c/IMGP1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886897207430397072.post-7900084538604337951</id><published>2008-01-08T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:26:40.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heightened Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R7s7eFRduAI/AAAAAAAAADM/cmG1OqDPrY8/s1600-h/lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168790385335318530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R7s7eFRduAI/AAAAAAAAADM/cmG1OqDPrY8/s200/lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R4PpDNTBpUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/T9Qn_KqQLSg/s1600-h/IMGP2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those of us who love to venture out into semi-wild areas to wander for hours know there is more to the experience than most realize. There are the obvious &lt;a href="http://yourtotalhealth.ivillage.com/diet-fitness/hit-trails-hiking-health.html"&gt;health benefits &lt;/a&gt;that come along with moderate, low-impact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;, fresh air, and mental relaxation. But there is another beneficial effect of hiking that is fortunately much more immediate: the combination of calmness and alertness. This is likely partially a more spread out version of the well known "runner's high." Fellow hikers will know what I am referring to. Spend a half hour walking, and your thoughts will become noticeably more positive. You will be more motivated after the walk than you were before. Spend four hours walking, and your body will have reached a fluidity of motion that complements your new mental acuity. Meanwhile, your mind will be both energetic and at ease. In this heightened state of being, you no longer have the problem of getting yourself going, as you would if you were trying to get off the couch to walk the dog. At the end of a long hike, what you have really achieved is a harmony between mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;Where does this elevated state come from? I don't know if this question has ever been answered. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt; clearly plays a role, however. The brain no doubt gets more oxygen during hiking, as the rates of circulation and respiration increase. I would argue that in contrast to vigorous aerobic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;, more prolonged and moderate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; has a greater effect on the brain. Not only is the the brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; more nutrients during a long session of moderate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;, but you have more time to think during a long walk than you would during a shorter run. When we hike, we are free to think. Ours minds wander and we end up working through problems and coming up with creative ideas, without ever intending to do so. New ideas and life solutions can have impacts on our lives that last much longer than the post-hike euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt; alone cannot account for the benefits of hiking though, as simply immersing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ones self&lt;/span&gt; in a natural, beautiful area can alter the mind as well. Most of us spend the large majority of our time in buildings, always facing a flat wall. Our usual surroundings have a geometric simplicity that can dampen the imagination. The next time you are in the woods, look around and compare what you see to the inside of a building. The woods are infinitely more complex, and as primates, our minds evolved to process visual information not from the inside of a square building, but from the forests and other natural areas of our origin. The more time we spend indoors, looking at flat walls, flat computer and television screens, and flat floors and ceilings, the more we may be caging a component of the human brain that developed in a completely different environment.&lt;br /&gt;What can be lost if we don't use our brains to the fullest extent? Hiking is not simply enjoying nature as a hobby or a nice diversion. It is a lifestyle. To be a hiker means more than to appreciate the natural beauty all around us. It means choosing to address a part of ourselves that is too often ignored. We are beings that spent millions of years evolving in an environment completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from the one we live in today, and the hiker knows that the remnants of that evolution are alive and well in the human brain, waiting to be awoken with a gaze upon a forested trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3886897207430397072-7900084538604337951?l=newyorkforest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/feeds/7900084538604337951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3886897207430397072&amp;postID=7900084538604337951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/7900084538604337951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3886897207430397072/posts/default/7900084538604337951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newyorkforest.blogspot.com/2008/01/heightened-awareness.html' title='Heightened Awareness'/><author><name>ShakeyBeagle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13907535752569211640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_npxafvjjR18/R7s7eFRduAI/AAAAAAAAADM/cmG1OqDPrY8/s72-c/lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
