Hurricane Creek
Sunday, May 22, 2005 brint.adams@us.army.mil
A willing group of seven paddlers and one peddler drove to Hurricane Landing and put in at around 2:15 PM. It started out pretty hot in the high 80's, but we were able to find shade most of the way up Hurricane Creek. The water was pretty high, so we were able to get way back into the woods as far as I have ever gone, where it was much cooler.
Along the way we saw spider lilies and cow lilies and scared up an occasional egret and heron. On the way back, we decided to take the cut out to the Tensaw and followed down under the railroad bridge to the lower cut around the sliver of an island with all of the waterfront homes. On the way back up to the landing, we saw a green heron up-close, sitting on a branch eating a large hunk of something. He stretched out his long neck like an anhinga to let the lump slide down his throat.
The afternoon and the five-mile paddle turned out to be gorgeous, as we arrived back around 4:45.
A willing group of seven paddlers and one peddler drove to Hurricane Landing and put in at around 2:15 PM. It started out pretty hot in the high 80's, but we were able to find shade most of the way up Hurricane Creek. The water was pretty high, so we were able to get way back into the woods as far as I have ever gone, where it was much cooler.
Along the way we saw spider lilies and cow lilies and scared up an occasional egret and heron. On the way back, we decided to take the cut out to the Tensaw and followed down under the railroad bridge to the lower cut around the sliver of an island with all of the waterfront homes. On the way back up to the landing, we saw a green heron up-close, sitting on a branch eating a large hunk of something. He stretched out his long neck like an anhinga to let the lump slide down his throat.
The afternoon and the five-mile paddle turned out to be gorgeous, as we arrived back around 4:45.
posted by brint @ 8:18 PM
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