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Last weekend Chris and I met up in Lufkin, Texas to attend at Zoo Brew fundraiser at the Ellen Trout Zoo. Chris has been working in Beaumont again and one of our field coworkers lives in Lufkin and his wife was part of the Zoo Brew committee. It sounded like a great event and diversion for our weekend so Chris and I went and enjoyed ourselves. We didn’t get to see a lot of the zoo animals as most were put away to avoid being stressed too much. However, we saw and heard the zoo’s many peacocks. I’m pretty sure they need to invest in some peacock birth control; peacocks were everywhere and they were loud. If you’ve never heard a peacock they sound a bit like a distressed cat.

The following day our feet were itching for hiking so we headed for the Upland Island Wilderness in Angelina National Forest. Somehow we both ended up not bringing our laptops, each assuming the other would have theirs so researching the forest with a map and where to go was a no-go. However Chris knew where the sign was on the highway for the entrance to this particular area and so we drove down there and hoped for the best.

I know government agencies are spread thin these days, particularly lesser utilized parks, but is it that difficult to put a map of the forest service unit at the trail heads and campgrounds? We checked several places that we found display boards to see where we might find a trail or to even differentiate between some of the private inholdings that border the forest service lands, and found maps were nonexistent. Frustrating!

We came in from U.S. 69 and turned on what Google is calling Jasper County Line Road. We looked for somewhere safe to drop off my truck so we could ride together in Chris’ truck and found a small parking area maybe a mile or two down the road. I was a little bit skeptical of the site, a sort of parking area/campsite, but at least at the end of the day my truck was still there with tires in tact and no broken windows. After I jumped in his truck we first tried going down one road that headed south towards the Neches River only to find ourselves facing private property signs. There was a two-track that appeared to be on forest land that we could have hiked down but decided against it.

Back on the main road we came to these pitcher plants on the side of the road where a seep was flowing from the side of the hill. We had encountered a few more no trespassing signs here and there along the roadway and at this point we didn’t see any signs so we decided to get out and walk up the hill a bit and scope out the pitcher plants.

After our short excursion into the woods we got back into the truck and kept on driving down the road. The road teed and ran into more private lands, hunting clubs warning trespassers their area were wired with cameras. Chris and I had walked through a few hunting club lands on the Florida Trail. While the trail officially goes through these areas and we were ok to be there, there’s an uneasy feeling whenever you run into hunters because you never know how they will react to hikers. Needless to say I wasn’t interested in being anywhere near hunt club lands.

We took a right down the road towards the river again hoping to run into a forest service sign. Finally we saw the ubiquitous brown and tan forest service sign telling us we were entering the Bouton Lake Campground. Quickly we found a message board and a few campsites but again we were thwarted with no map or more information other than something saying the Sawmill Trail was closed in a few areas with bridges that were out of service. Well, that was a start, there was a trail somewhere if we could only find it. Finally we found a big open field on the east end of the lake with a few campers (including one guy who reminded us of our backpacking friend from the AT and FT, Speaker). I got out to investigate the possible trailhead and indeed it was the Sawmill Trail! Score!

The first couple hundred yards of the trail were wide and fairly clear but it was soon evident that few people went too far down the trail and that maintenance did not occur often.

Downed trees, overgrown shrubs and grass, poison ivy and Smilax reaching out to grab you, this trail had it all.

Since we had no idea how far the trail went and where we might end up we just walked until we couldn’t find the trail any longer, which happened to be at a clear cut area bordering private property. Suddenly the trail became so thick and any signs of people following a path disappeared. Shot gun shells along the path insinuated the only people who really used the trail were hunters.

Chasmanthium latifolium

We ran into a couple of really large pine trees where the trail sat above the Neches River on a bluff.

Found an interesting gall. Someone really needs to come up with a gall identification book. Of course only like the nerdiest of nerds, like us, would probably buy it, but still. Someone publish a gall book!—-or better yet publishers, I’ll be more than happy to team with with an expert in galls and take photos of galls. *hint hint* (For the uninitiated into insect galls)

We found a patch of green dragon, Arisaema dracontium. One of the plants had a spent flower and Chris was planning on coming back to take photos of it but we must have passed the patch of plants on our return back to the truck.

There were several beech trees that had been marked upon. Apparently this place does get a bit of activity from time to time, probably not recent times though. Some people need to learn to leave what you find.

After we hit the overgrown section of trail that was impossible to follow we stopped for lunch at the beech tree.

Gotta throw in a self portrait.

It’s always a good day when you find an orchid. Spiranthes…Chris says vernalis and since he’s more orchid knowing than I am I’m going with it.

The trail got confusing in one spot on the way back; we’d detoured around treefall and other debris on the way in but forgot how we’d approached going around it so we made a bigger detour and went to check out a slough nearby.

There was evidence of feral pigs rooting around.

This area was a little muddy but not too bad and the best part of walking in areas where water comes through is that typically the walking is clear and free from debris.

A side creek coming off the east end of Bouton Lake.

Once we returned to the truck we weren’t sure where we were going to go and just followed the GPS to see what roads we could take, also checking for private property signs along the way. Eventually we came to a two track that didn’t have a gate and no signs were posted so we decided to take the chance and get out. A creek was nearby and Chris was looking for azaleas.

I’m not quite sure which Asclepias this is….anyone?

We followed the creek bed for awhile, climbing the steep slopes up to the top when there was no sand bar to jump around the water.

Chris pointed out a green tree frog, Hyla cinerea, clinging to a plant. I was a little surprised to see it there as I’m used to seeing them in marshes and really wet-wetlands.

Finally we moseyed on down the road driving slowly and entering more pine uplands instead of bottomland hardwood areas.

Chris walked past some jack-in-the-pulpits and I pointed them out to him as we quickly explored another creek.

And more galls!

It was getting towards late afternoon and we both had two hour drives back to our respective end points for the day—home for me, and Chris’ home-away-from-home hotel.

I would definitely love to go back through here sometime with a map to scope out a few more interesting and rare habitats.

(yep, still working on these posts from August….)

When Chris and I left Leprechaun Lake we decided to go to the north end of Perfection Lake at the trail junction to Prusick Pass. I wanted to go up there and see what was that way but after lunch Chris wasn’t feeling it, however we did wander down that trail just a bit and found, what do you know…more goats!

So adorable!!

Our lunch view! We sat just a bit further up, literally at the sign junction.

This wouldn’t be our last encounter with goats, we had some hang out with us at our final campsite on Aasgard Pass.

To Be Continued…

On our hike through the Enchantment Lakes we hiked as far as Leprechaun Lake before deciding we didn’t want to descend further down into the Snow Lakes zone. We figured that going down meant having to come back up and well, we liked up already. Looking back I think we should have sucked it up and gone down into those zones, but at the same time what we ended up doing worked out too, leaving us time to explore other areas of Washington instead of staying only in the Enchantments.

There was some rock hopping and precarious log walking involved to get across the streams leading to the lake.

I only had one lens with me and no lens hood so I apologize for the sun flares.

A couple of weekends ago I was in Fort Worth visiting my folks and I really wanted to go for a short hike, get out and stretch my legs. I managed to convince my dad and mom to come along to Tandy Hills for an hour long jaunt to see what was blooming, if anything.

I noticed paintbrush coming up but not yet ready to bloom.

We found a different pocket of trout lilies than we normally visit, but I couldn’t even find an old flowering spike. They would have bloomed in early to mid February. I wonder if the drier winter prohibited their blooming this year.

Lots of yucca seedpods all over the place.

This is mostly definitely some kind of planted bulb that likely came from either an old homesite or from a home across the street from the park. Being as it is in an urban/suburban environment this doesn’t seem unlikely.

Prickly things on the prairie!

Mom wasn’t used to the walking and had to take a few breaks, but I think Dad could have pulled a 20.

The park is covered with all sorts of dry drainages that run fast when the rain is falling. There are probably a few low areas that I wouldn’t want to be near in a heavy downpour, a recipe for flash floods.

This cleverly framed shot doesn’t allude to the fact that to the left is a street with houses, to the right is a highway (I-30), and beyond that hill is a view of downtown Fort Worth.

I still can’t believe the first time I ever went there was only three years ago, especially after I spent years driving practically right by it going to my grandparent’s houses!

Ah, Galveston. I love this island. For those who haven’t been reading long, my history with the island is that I spent four years there while in college. The island is equal parts old money, spring break, summer vacation, and ratty hole-in-the-wall. It’s still a little bit of a place called home for me, though.

Chris and I spent a little bit of time down at the beach that we got engaged at. We think.. You see, when we got engaged there were more dunes and vegetation and a sign for riding horses on the beach. That was back in 2001. Since then Hurricane Ike came through and well, the scenery has changed.

I believe this is a snowy plover. I was hoping for piping plover but the eye patch threw me off and my guidebook suggests snowy plover instead.

This pods of jelly are some kind of comb jelly I believe. I’m having flashbacks to invertebrate zoology right now and memorizing taxonomy.

Here’s your run-of-the-mill laughing gull….he wants some food.

The fishing was good out there!

I’m going to go with ring-billed gull for this one….flying on by.

I love the feathers on the wing tips of this brown pelican as it is flying by; very poetic and graceful.

But poetry and grace take the backseat when dinner calls!

Last Saturday Chris and I drove down Sportsman Road on the west end of Galveston Island to scope out the birds before we went home from a couple of days on the island for a conference. We are familiar with Sportsman Road as it was a place Chris fished regularly while in college (we went to TAMUG) and a place I went to for a few field labs. It is a popular place to not only fish but to launch kayaks too.

There were quite a few birds out in the marsh that morning and a few of them let me take their photos. These were all shot via our car which lets you know that the birds are relatively close in the marsh.

Tricolored heron

Ducks hiding behind the Spartina. They didn’t want their picture taken apparently.

Roseate spoonbills conjuring up some breakfast.

A majestic great blue heron.

This belted kingfisher is probably the closest I’ve come to an actual decent photograph of this species. They are notorious for being camera shy and will move at any hint of a camera lens being pointed in their direction. When we drove by this pond the first time the bird was actually hovering over the pond and it would have been a great photo opportunity had we been going the other direction with me on the other side of the road. Oh well.

This kestrel was flying at the west end of the Seawall and Chris pulled over into the parking lot for me to get a few shots of it. The bird was hovering over the grass as it spotted something that must have looked tasty for breakfast.

I zoomed and cropped the next few photos.

They are such beautiful birds!

Ready to dive towards the grass, but spooked at the last minute. That was a fun interaction to see, though!

I’m loving this time of year so far and hope I can take advantage of the birds around the area more often in the next few weeks.

After we found ourselves at Perfection and Inspiration Lakes we wound our way around the north end of Perfection back down towards the much smaller Sprite Lake.

We took a few minutes here for a snack and photo break. There were several wildflowers along the path that I won’t even try to identify, though I did briefly look online. If you are familiar with alpine flora in Washington state please help me out!

I do think these are some kind of phlox though.

These little flowers are reminiscent of blueberries so I wouldn’t be surprised if they were in that family.

Sprite Lake was a pleasant resting point before we descended slightly to Leprechaun Lake. I love the naming conventions of these lakes, the habitat definitely felt as if tiny sprites and leprechauns could have been living there!

I know, I know, I haven’t finished writing about our trip to Washington State. My excuses are a: laziness, b: a crappy computer that has on several occasions shut down when I’ve had photos open in Photoshop thus leading to loss of interest in processing photos, and c: other interesting things that have been going on. But, I’m hoping to remedy this soon and finish the photos and writing about the trip.

When I last left off, I was talking about goats. The goats were still prevalent for the rest of the trip and were definitely a source of entertainment!

On our second morning of being in the Enchantments we slept in a bit as it was still chilly out (though it warmed up pretty quickly), ate a leisurely breakfast and broke camp. We eased our way down the trail not sure how far we would go, knowing we would just stop and take photos and go where we pleased.

We came to the southwest side of Inspiration Lake first and of course, met a goat.

If it had been the middle of the day I bet the water would have felt wonderful. Washington was experiencing a warm spell while we were there and down in Leavenworth it was over 100*. While it wasn’t that hot up in the alpine areas, it was still rather warm in the high sun hours.

Of course with our aerial view came a descent down a potentially slick slope.

Chris went first, attempting to stay in the well-worn areas already tread down by hikers in the season. The last thing he wanted was me to be right behind him and to slip, running into him and both of us glissading down the hill.

Of course we made it safely down to the rocky path below, following cairns along the way.

Chris photographing Inspiration Lake with Prussik Peak in the distance.

A small section of land separates Inspiration and Perfection Lake and we deviated from the trail in this area in order to explore a bit and look for good areas to take photos. I believe this is McClellan Peak here in the photo at the south end of Perfection Lake.

Another view of Prussik Peak with Perfection Lake in the foreground. At this point in the day we still had not come across anyone along the trail. People doing an end-to-end of the trail wouldn’t have made it up this far yet and those who had camped anywhere in the Enchantments were likely still lingering at camp. I’m still trying to grasp the leisurely hiking bit…the type of hiking that doesn’t include making a particular amount of miles for a day.

Western mountains are so imposing, scary almost. I remember when I saw Roan Mountain for the first time in the distance. The Appalachian Trail in the area of Roan does this weird loop, in which it seems like you will bypass it only to circle back around and head straight for it. Any time you would catch a view of it the mountain appeared tall and dark, daunting. But then you see taller, steeper, western mountains and change your tune just a bit!

Gotta sneak in a self portrait. I took to wearing the bandanna around my ears to keep the wind out. Too hot for a beanie but my ears still needed a wind break.

While we were poking around on the banks of Perfection Lake we heard a loud crashing noise. Turns out a piece of the ice on the side of the mountain overhanging the stream cracked and fell off into the water. The chunk itself wasn’t all that large but it produced a hefty sound that echoed throughout the area.

Next up…you’ll have to prod me into processing more photos…will be alpine macros, more goats!, and a few more lakes…and so much more!

Since our hiking mileage wasn’t large, maybe six miles or something, we took several breaks during the hike to campsite H. We got behind a slow group of hikers on a very narrow trail, stopped to check out a clematis, and refilled our water at the last place before climbing up the bluff. It was the furthest campsite out at the park and I thought maybe we’d be alone….which of course was dumb of me to think.

The campsite is up a bluff and we took the long way around to see what the rest of the trail in that area looked like. Unfortunately we were mostly socked in with Ashe juniper all around us, but no matter we still made the best of it and it probably blocked the wind for the night. If there is a hated tree in Texas I think it might be the juniper. First of all it is the preferred nest tree for the golden cheeked warbler an endangered bird that pisses all land developers off in central Texas. Secondly, it has become a nuisance tree in the form of its second and third growth as it has colonized what used to be more open spaces. I’ve done a little bit of reading about this tree and its supposed problems (supposed because I don’t necessarily take the view of the land managers) and I’ll have to do more in the future, but I find the politics behind it fascinating. There’s even a website called People Against Cedars….now what I want to know more appropriately is where is the People Against Chinese Tallow/Brazilian Pepper/Melaleuca/Australian Pine at? But all of this is another rant for another day.

So, yes, socked in we were. But we pitched our tent around the corner in a nice thicket of cedars, away from the Boy Scout group, and took a nap. Chris napped a little while longer but I went around exploring, seeing what I could find.

We had dinner along a downed cedar log and retired early when the sun set. Makes for a long night but we planned on getting up early in order to make our way out of the park before the crowds arrived.