This past weekend, driving one of Virginia’s back roads, I saw a box turtle in the middle of my lane and pulled over to help it across. I guess I must have stopped somewhat abruptly because a truck in the other lane squealed to a stop and the woman rolled her window down to ask me if everything was all right.
“Yeah, I’m just going to save that turtle,” I explained. I wish I could have captured the look on her face. Apparently, saving turtles makes me a weirdo in these parts. I don’t care. It breaks my heart to see a squished turtle in the road, so when I see one I can help, I stop.
Today on my 7-mile daily morning commute on the Appalachian Trail, I crossed paths with the tiniest little turtle I’ve ever seen on Jupiter Road, a partially paved forest road that intersects with the AT. Sadly, it was too late. Slow down! Save a turtle! This world needs all the slow and steady types it can get.
** Notice the orange scarves on my dogs. Archery season for bear and deer started this past weekend in Virginia! Time to break out your blaze orange!