Then, I came to a place where two bushes had fallen into the trail, making a sort of arch. Someone had broken them down, stepping on them in three places to go over. Some branches looked like they had been cut off at the top, someone had taken a couple handfuls of the leaves and white flowers. Whoever they were, they liked to pull the seeds heads and tips off plants. Probably the maker of the small tracks.
Children like to tear branches off plants.
Most likely a boy. I came into a clearing and suddenly the road disappeared in a large flat area, open under the trees. Not much understory vegetation here. There, in a bare patch of dirt, I found a classic giveaway. A nice heel print from the lug sole.