After a few days of laying low, due to 3 very potent bug bites, we headed out to a new spot.
I'd been curious about it because so much of the trail is marked "gentle" (as seen in the link above). But, let me tell you, their gentle wore us out! It's hard to tell in the photos, but the trail in the riverbed is very soft soil that has not only been under water at some time, but it is also trod on by horses. There were lots of horseshoe prints! It was kind of like walking at the beach, but way dustier.
A wide, flat view through tall scrub brush. Then we began to notice bits of man-made materials: cinder block pieces, an odd brick or two, or a length of wood with old, rusty nails still in it. There seemed to be places where there had been foundations or perhaps foundation materials carried by the dam break back in 1928. There are more stories, links back in the blog, as we've traveled this way before.
Right after I took this photo of the cottonwood tree, a breeze blew by and made that old familiar sound through the leaves, as they danced and shimmered. A piece of my heart in these trees!
May you just keep going, finding new places & revisiting old places too!
Photographs by NAE ©2021