Besides enjoying a brisk hike on a beautifully sunny spring day, we pondered the experience of Joseph Smith 200 years ago and what the woods were like as he prayed. As we walked we saw signs of spring — trees budding, skunk cabbage emerging, migrating birds sunning on a rock in the water. We also saw more than a dozen turtles basking on logs and a skink courteously scrambled on a rock near us.