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.
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!