Steamy
It's been awhile since I've had anything worth posting here. Today's post isn't about an interesting hike per se, but about the contrasts that time brings when re-visiting a familiar trail.
It's been at least two months since I've walked the quiet trails of the Mercer Arboretum, but this morning I was able to get in a nice hike in before the monsoon hit...a very welcome event around here. We seem to be in a draught of sorts, and I was surprised to see one of my favorite spots, the Cypress Bog, nearly bone dry (see below). That combined with more vegetation overhanging the crushed-granite trails through the wilderness side of the arboretum made me realize how places change when we don't visit them frequently. The changes were almost enough to make me feel as though I was walking in a new place, when in fact I've strolled these paths nearly a dozen times over the last six months.
You can see the last vestige of water at the right. When I last visited, the decks on the left were lording over the fishes and turtles that swam reverently beneath the treated deck boards.

Distracting myself from the record-breaking South Texas power outage yesterday, I repeated the urban hike I'd made
He wasn't too happy to see me judging from the mock hissing and retreat into his shell as I postured for a a good shot. I left him alone and walked to the top of the overpass, then back to where he'd been, thinking I'd get another shot. I wasn't gone more than three or four minutes, but that was apparently enough for a turtle with a purpose, and he was gone. Surprised that he would have been able to move out of the open space that fast, I looked around in the brush nearby but never found him. Guess even turtles can pick it up and move it out when bothered by something that looks big enough to eat them!
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