Remember my first hike? The ten miler that nearly killed me? We decided to go back there this past weekend for another hike through the early Autumn foliage. The leaves were just starting to drift into scarlet and golden hues. It was a beautiful day with a light breeze in the air. This time we hiked different trails and totaled around seven miles. We brought Wylie with us, and she LOVED it.
Those are not rocks or gravel along the shore but oyster shells. This is the result of seeding which is an ecological effort is to restore the Virginia native oyster.
This is just one shot of the lovely colors that intermingled with the evergreens and Spanish moss thorughout the swamp and creek areas.
I thought this looked really cool the way the tree roots appear to be lifting themselves up out of the water. Fact is that the water is eroding the bank area and sand/soil away from the tree root system.
As soon as we walked onto the first trail we could hear that woodpecker going to town. Apparently, he (or his friends) has finished with these trees and moved on. There were a few different areas that we could hear them pecking, although it sounds more like beating a drum. We tried to get a visual, but he was a sly little devil. It was as if he was taunting us. We’d peer out for him and he’d quiet down. As soon as we were about to move on, he’d start banging again.
This is one of the pictures I took of the reflection of the forest in the swamp. The water is almost black (tannic), but when the light hits it a certain way, everything else bounces off the water. It was breathtaking.
Most of the trails are natural which means they are dirt (ground) and softened with pine needles. There are sticks, occasional stones, and lots of roots. There are bridges that cover swamp areas and a few hard surfaces or gravel trails, mostly where bikes are permitted.
After we unloaded our packs, (did I mention that I carried a pack with a gallon of water? Heavy! Have to carry a gallon a day when we are in Utah, plus food, first aid, and supplies!) we ventured out to another short trail just to see where it led. There was a mass Indian gravesite where sixty-four bodies had been re-interred. We read the stone and looked at the site. We walked down the trail but turned around because we weren’t sure where it led. Upon returning, we found out that it was a mock Indian village with a chief lodge, sweat house, and more. The next time we go there, we will be sure to visit that area.
Enchanted swamp? Dirt Man says this effect has something to do with the light filtering and reflecting the sky against the water. I don’t claim to understand what he told me…I just point and shoot my camera, so I beg to differ. Besides, magic and mystery sound much more appealing to me than technical explanations. But that’s the differnce between analytical engineers and creative spirits (I have no title!). Bottom line – opposites attract!