My Trip Out to Jaxson Lynn Woodland
Alright, so I decided I needed to get out, clear my head a bit. Heard whispers about this spot, Jaxson Lynn Woodland. Not really on any major maps, you know? More like a local secret. So, I figured, why not? Let’s go check it out.
First thing, had to figure out where it actually was. Asked around a bit, got some vague directions. Seemed like it was off the old county road, past the abandoned mill. Okay, doable. Packed a small bag. Just water, a snack, my old camera – nothing fancy. Didn’t even charge the camera fully, figured I’d just take a few shots if something caught my eye. Pulled on my sturdy boots, the ones that are already beat up so I don’t care if they get muddy.
Getting there was half the adventure. The county road turned into a gravel path, then almost just dirt. Had to park the car quite a ways back and just walk. Found the trailhead, if you can call it that. Barely marked. Just a small opening in the trees. Looked a bit overgrown, honestly.
Stepping into the woods…
It got quiet real fast. The noise from the road just disappeared. It was mostly pines at first, tall ones. The ground was soft with pine needles. Just kept walking, following what looked like a path. Sometimes it was clear, sometimes I had to push past some branches. Saw a couple of squirrels, the usual stuff. Deeper in, the trees changed. More oaks, maples. It got darker, cooler too. Found a little stream, water was running clear. Sat there for a bit, just listening to the water. That was nice.
Took a few pictures, mostly of weird looking trees and the light coming through the leaves. Didn’t really think about composition or anything, just snapped what felt interesting. Found this one area, looked like maybe someone had camped there ages ago. Just a flat clearing, couple of old stones in a circle. Felt a bit strange, but peaceful too.
- Walked along the stream for a while.
- Tried to identify some bird calls. Failed mostly.
- Got slightly turned around near a big fallen log, had to backtrack.
- Ate my snack sitting on that log.
Spent maybe two, three hours in there? Didn’t keep track. Just wandered until I felt like I’d seen enough, or maybe until I started thinking about heading back before it got too late. Finding my way back was easier, thankfully. Just followed my own footprints in the muddy spots near the stream.
Got back to the car, boots were definitely muddy. Felt good though. Tired, but good. Like I’d actually done something, you know? Just a simple walk in some quiet woods. Jaxson Lynn Woodland, yeah. Nothing spectacular happened, but it didn’t need to. It was just real. Sometimes that’s all you need.
