I spotted Bigfoot crossing this gully.
I was very amused by the fungi we saw on this trip. These mushrooms were growing on many fallen trees. "Oo!" I said. "They look just like oysters!" Garrett replied, "Yes, that's why they're called oyster mushrooms." That's my mycologist!
Here's a colony thriving on a partially submerged log!
This wet part of the park has been transformed into a swamp!
Some of the paths were actually quite steep.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in Midtown though;
He will not see me stopping here
To take too many photos.
My boyfriend must think it queer
To stop without a landmark near
Between the woods and flowing bayou
The sunniest afternoon of the year.
He gives his pocket watch a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only sound's the sweep
Of pony tail and muddy lake.
The woods are lovely, bright and deep.
But I have blog posts to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.