Don't go hiking with E.A. Poe

"Velcome to my home," said the first mosquito. "So glad you could come to dinner," said the second. I've never been so fondly and personally greeted in my life. Even Emily Post would allow swatting the hosts.

Stopped by Oak Point for a very quick look-see after the winds of Tropical Depression Bill and the late May flooding. Signs of the power and amount of water that flowed through the preserve are everywhere. Standing still surrounded by the grasses seemed like being in the current. The trail surface is still moist clay and sand and little growing moldy things and tiny brown frogs. The sensation is eerie.

Rowlett Creek Trail

Heaps and drifts of debris are topped with pecans and the occasional odd item. An incandescent lightbulb posed atop a bark and stick breastworks at the creek bank's edge.

The steep banks are scoured of litter and weeds, and new log snags have formed to trap the future plastic and styrofoam litter. Old snags shifted, but amazingly this landmark tree still stands above it all.

Sculpted banks, sandbars, and downed tree bridges create new sights:

Except for a few woodpeckers putting in overtime, the park was strangely quiet. The most colorful sight was this red-headed insect (identified for me by an iNaturalist as a pale-bordered field cockroach). Oh, ick.

Eerie, dreary, weary, tapping...That was enough Oak Point for me. I'll try again on a sunnier day!

© 2014-2015 Nancy L. Ruder


Debra said...

Great description! Landscapes can have moods. I usually feel great after a soak but for our creeks I think it means a lot of work needs to be done to get back up again. Our creek has that same flattened feel.

Collagemama said...

Thanks for your comment. Don't know if I'll make it to Oak Point this weekend, and must say that eerie mood has dampened my enthusiasm. We had another rain last evening. I will watch for your reports of your creek's recovery.