Approaching mile 9 of the Tuxachanie Trail on Sunday, I crossed Spike Buck Creek via the plank bridge which winds for some 50 yards across the marshy bottomland.
I found a tiny clearing beside the trail just past mile 10, pitching my tent under one of the many trees felled by Hurricane Katrina.
Monday I hiked packless another 3 miles or so, as Spike Buck Creek joined Tuxachanie Creek itself. The creek is a deep cut in heavily wooded forest, often hidden by the morass of huricane-tossed trees.A deer skirted around my path, keeping 60 yards distant. His snort sounded like a horse; his large hoofprints on the trail bespoke a heavy buck. A shiny blue-black 3-foot long indigo snake lay across my path, languidly considering my presence. She challenged the end of my walking stick to a fight, then thought better of it and glided off. A scream from a bald eagle rang out overhead.
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But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not be faint. Is 40:31.
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Tuxachanie Trail, Mile 12: posting from POW camp at carside (yes, I've got signal connection here!).
Hunting dogs in the distance. High, light overcast, cool refreshing morning. I have the camp to myself, and will soon have breakfast. Then I will hike some of the Trail starting from the junction sign that I reached 2 weeks ago.
The LORD himself watches over you; the LORD is your shade at your right hand, so that the sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. (Psalm 121:5-6).
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