Waterways

Cross Creek is not an altogether unpleasant place to spend a Sunday afternoon in a kayak. It's especially nice if you take the back entrance and paddle about a quarter mile down the little estuary that leads from the parking area to the lake. This little stream is deep and swampy, overgrown with reeds. It's strangely reminiscent of a Louisana swamp.

Also reminiscent of Louisana is the number of dead fishes bobbing on the surface of the water. I counted 19 in the first 20 minutes, then I stopped counting because it was ruining my so-called escape. The dead fish (in both Lousiana and Cross Creek) are thanks to the natural gas industry.

The first view is from the deck of the uncovered bridge mentioned below. The second shot is from the deck of Bobbie--the kayak, so named because it bobs on the surface of the water rather than gliding.