Stuff's pretty jacked up most places. (Or that's what they tell me, anyway. I'm still working at home with my three- and six-year-olds, who've settled into the new normal of lazing around in their underwear most of the morning till my head explodes, at which point they put on seasonally inappropriate clothes to go exploring the nooks and crannies of the back 40.) But, at least from where I sit, the virus hasn't changed the forest a damn bit. And what others call "social distancing" I call "a hell of way to spend a few hours." So I say hit the trails if you can, y'all. Weather's still good, the water's still flowing, and the spring wildflowers are having their last hurrah.