soaked despite poncho

I went for my Friday-evening walk a bit later than planned, and I wore my poncho, which proved to be a stupid move: it didn't rain during the time I was outside, but the night air was hot and humid, so I sweated a ton inside the poncho and ended up soaked, anyway. Didn't take too many pics this time around, but here are a few:

sorry for the blur

The American orb-weaver never came back (I'm betting she got killed, probably by a person), but the Korean orb-weaver remains and is getting fatter, so there must be some good eatin' in this spot.

Yass, Queen, slay! as all the kids are saying these days.
(The term is a fem-positive way of congratulating a girl/woman when she does something awesome, especially if it benefits women and hurts men in some way. Kick a guy in the nuts? Yass, Queen, slay!)

I stepped over a tape barrier to walk this stretch. Here's why this part of the path has been cordoned off.

flood damage: a closer look

a sign and mirror lying down on the job—more victims of the recent flood

The Korean term 충돌 (chūngdol), in this context, means something like "bump" or "crash," so the sign is warning you to watch out for bumps/crashing and to proceed slowly.

I'm going to chalk tonight up as one of the most miserable walks I've done this year. I hate heat; I hate humidity. I can't wait for fall. And the irony of wearing rain gear and getting soaked by sweat is not lost on me. It also didn't help that the flood has deposited enough silt on the bike/walking path to make things slippery at certain points. Last thing I need is to fall on my ass, big guy that I am. Fuck.