|In my favorite sittin' spot, just down from west beach.|
There's a log that is perfect sitting height, and there I dealt with the God issues (again, tune in Sunday), accompanied by naught but an occasionally jumping fish, ubiquitous geese, and a handful of tiny flies zooming the water's edge. Oh, and ants. The log was evidently a major thruway for at least four species of ants.
|Tiny little guy carrying white object twice his size.|
|Somewhat bigger fellow carrying a deceased winged bug bigger than himself.|
After about 45 minutes, I decided to take a bit of a walk. We had never walked far enough up the road in the campground to find the nature trail before, but I did this time.
|View from the observation stand I didn't know they had!|
|God, what's with this jerk and selfies?|
Then I found the trail entrance, and off I went.
|Greeted by tons of ferns.|
|And purple flowers. BTW, Support the Purple walk for Lupus today!|
|There were lots of these little streams crossing the trail. This was the biggest.|
|In the background, a pool in the woods...|
|...that went under the trail...|
|... and gurgled on down into the marsh.|
|The trail forked here- I took the upper trail...|
|It was pretty steep...|
|And at this point I was glad a) I took stick, and b) not Scrappy...|
|They did a great job of marking various things.|
There was a second observation deck on the far side of the marsh. I nice couple asked me if I'd taken any neat pictures. I said mainly background, no wild animals...
...and seconds later, saw a turtle.
Not long after that, I saw two ladies and four swamp-covered dogs. One of the dogs ran up to say hello. The ladies asked me if I was hunting mushrooms. Soon later I did my turnabout (having no desire to be on a road on the other side of the lake) and went back whence I came. Along the way, I did see a mushroom hunter, dolled up in his camos and waders, and driving a minivan with little white mushrooms painted on it. Of course, they looked more like little blunt arrows, and I wondered if he had "up and down" issues. Anyway, he was parked next to a pond with geese and goslings...
I ate my lunch of champions (Cheddar and sour cream ruffles, ho hos, and cheese sticks) and went back down to the water.
|Yes, it was COLD.|
Now here came the first of "Chris's experiments with bugs". The little black object on that bent blade of grass is a beetle. He was trucking down the log when he hit a blade of grass lying on it. He walked along this for a while, said, I don't like this, and walked back down to the log. Turning around and going back, he then hit a second blade which took him to the one you see him on. He went up and up until he was near the end, at which point his weight flipped him upside down. This must have been a Coleopteran near-death experience, as he struggled and fought until he was far enough back down the blade to sit upright- and there he stayed. Until after I left. I even pushed the blade back down onto the log, he didn't budge. Soon later a tick climbed up my leg to celebrate with me. I declined his offer and returned to the beach.
After that, I got treated to an exhibition of Duke's fetching-in-the-water ability.
Oh, darn, missed a picture! Before I left my sittin' place, a snake swam by...
Okay, back to the beach. Next came experiment number two. I watched as an inchworm tried to cross the sand, went up a hill, fell over on his side, kept going. Not as co-ordinated lot as you might think with all those legs! So I grabbed a nearby twig to see if he'd get on it. He did. And no more did he get started than I stuck his end in the sand and watched him climb up...
After he got to the top, waved around, and headed back down a second time, I pulled the stick out and laid it on the sand. He followed it to the other end, got off at last, fell over sideways (again!), and headed on down the line.
At this point, I see the first and only boaters of the day...
That was at my back. At my front, though...
(Regarding the rain possibility, It rained on me from the moment I dropped Laurie off at work till I was about 3 miles out, and that last couple minutes it really came down. After that, nary a drop till I was about 3 miles out of picking Laurie up, and that was so light it might have been confused for bug pee.)
Anyway, one last hike into the campground...
That pretty much concluded my stay... it was getting warm, and REALLY muggy, and I wanted to find the back way into town I missed on the way up. As I motored down 1000E, I looked to my right at a field, where I saw a wild turkey so big, my first two thoughts were a) I wish this dumbass in the pickup wasn't behind me so I could stop and take a picture, and b) I wonder if there's a plate of mashed potatoes and dressing following him! I had to content myself with filing the memory next to thatof the pheasant I saw in roughly the same place a few years back.