Though the shade and cool of the shelter was alluring, we knew we had work to do, so we pushed ourselves out of the comfy chairs and piled back into the truck. The first stop was to check on our experiment, which is in the woods not too far from the nice boulder you see above.
This boulder rises from the forest floor close to our southwest corner. Somewhere behind it, probably within this view, runs our southern property line. (It would go from left to right — or right to left if you prefer — in this photo.) This was a prime visit site when we first started coming to the woods. Mostly it was a unique bit of something in the otherwise repeating pattern of trees in the forest. I never noticed until I uploaded this photo, but the rock does look at bit like a turtle. So I’ve named it Turtle Rock. (Coincidentally — or maybe not — we saw a large turtle near this rock on our recent visit.)
From here we trekked over to our experiment, and there is enuf info about that to merit its own post, so I shall make one soon. It will be a preliminary report, but all signs point to a positive outcome.
So it was on back to the pine plantation. We still had some fencing left, and about a half dozen of the pines are crowding their fences, so we decided to put new, larger diameter fences around as many as we could before we ran out of the fabric. This turned out to be two. It makes sense, of course, that as the diameter of the roll of chicken wire shrinks, the amount of fabric I pay out with each turn is less. So although we thought we had plenty of fencing fabric, it turned out only to be enuf for two trees. Which was fine since we didn’t really want to do too much work. I swung the grass whip around a bit, trying to knock down more of the scrub, but it wasn’t long before we were back in the truck and then back to the shelter.
For lunch. We enjoyed deli sandwiches, chips, and fruit. I gulped down my iced tea (unsweetened, of course) while Adam and Libby settled for mere water. And then we settled in for a nice reflective period in the chairs. Adam considered that it was a nice thing to spend time in the woods. I don’t think he’d been out here since around Xmas. (And he may not come back any time soon since he is now scratching at chigger bites. I think Libby and I have developed a tolerance to the itch mechanism the chiggers trigger, though Adam was always a tick magnet.)
After a suitable time of sitting and pondering, we decided to take a walk across the lakebed to the exposed clay area that is slowing eroding and washing into the lake. (Is it filling in the bowl or helping seal the leaks or both?) I’ve thought that if I’m ever going to find an arrowhead, it might be here where a few layers of soil are exposed and regularly washed. But though we poked around and saw a few interesting things (yes, another post) I didn’t find an arrowhead. Sigh!
Adam had evening plans, so we decided it was time to pack all of our gear and steer the truck toward home. This was our first visit of the summer in which we did not swim, and that felt a little odd, but it may be that swimming weather is now behind us. Still, September is often plenty warm in Missouri.
Our day’s adventure was not quite over, however. As we neared Kansas City, I could see large, dark storm clouds on the horizon. Soon we were beneath them and they unloaded in great, lashing gushes. Cars were pulling to the side of the road to wait out the storm, and visibility really was bad. By the time we reached home, the television news was all about the great storm and the flash flooding that was affecting all parts of the city. I checked the weather maps online, and sure enuf, Roundrock was high and dry.
- Sorry to disappoint, but once again the calendar is bare.