Considering myself quite brave, I swallowed hard, grabbed a long stick, and tried to gently convince it to move aside. It did not run away.
The thing grabbed the stick, and I swear would have beat me with it if I hadn't retreated quickly. Some might call it running and screaming back down the trail, but I prefer the term 'timely retreat.'
I found a different way to the bathhouse.
Well, after the rain came we didn't get to see much else. The kids did get a chance to play in the Atlantic Ocean though, so we still had lots of fun.