6/09/2017

Kayak psychic sidekick

Just a week ago my walk buddy wondered aloud why kakaks and canoes weren't allowed at Oak Point. We were walking around the pond, and agreed it would be an obvious place to learn to paddle. Within days I got this Plano civic alert:


Beginning Wednesday, June 14, the pond at Oak Point Park & Nature Preserve will be open for kayaking, canoeing and stand up paddle boarding from dawn to dusk. The general public is welcome to use their own watercraft (canoe, kayak, stand up paddle board) or rent a kayak on a first come, first served basis. Kayak rentals will be available on Wednesdays only from 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. for $10/kayak.  


More information about thihs new opportunity for  enjoying the wildlife preserve can be found here. The pond is not open for swimming. There's nothing resembling a beach. But now the people fishing can watch kayakers and vice versa. According to a parks staff person I met at the pond this morning, there's no plan for installing a boat dock or launch for kayaks.

Kayakers for a video promo.


Group making a kayak promo at the pond this morning.


The intro to kayaking classes all seem to be on Wednesdays. Bummer.

In other Oak Point news, why did the little green snake cross the sidewalk?




How close can you get to a Canada goose before it goes HISS?



This close.


© 2014-2017 Nancy L. Ruder

5/22/2017

Chewandswallow


Picked up lunch from Five Guys when my appointment was short. Celebrating the bonus gift of leisure time on a perfect noon at one of Oak Point's picnic tables by the lake, I just sat listening to waves lap against the bank. Twirling fries in ketchup I was treated to fish jumping, a bluebird sitting on the trash receptacle, an egret moving ever so slowly along the opposite shore.


                            MONTAILLOU: The Promised Land of Error by Emmanuel Le Roy Ladurie
Aeronautical masterpieces skimmed just above the surface of the lake on elegant strafing runs. Are they swallows? Are they purple martins? I never remember, and just this once it doesn't seem to matter. It is just good, sunny, sparkling, breezy. Is sitting in the sunshine senility or serenity?

This medieval soap opera of sin, sex, and shepherding in a Pyrenees village in the early 14th century was a birthday gift. An amazing read, I appreciated the villagers' lesson of being somewhat underemployed. They appreciated time sitting on a bench in the sunshine. True, the villagers were often delousing each other while they enjoyed their break, but my little picnic was close enough.

Swallowtails and American Lady butterflies were sipping lunches from basketflowers. A kestrel enjoyed a grasshopper nacho. At the dam one spider neatly devoured another. Be sure to read lunch invitations carefully!





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