Saturday, July 18, 2020
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| Sometimes you have to let the dark thoughts come |
Saturday, July 18, 2020
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| Sometimes you have to let the dark thoughts come |
Friday, July 17, 2020: Solitary Confinement, Day One
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| The author, in Solitary, Day One |
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| Image Credit: Fortune Magazine |
Day Seven: Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Crockett Gardens Falls is a 7.6 mile heavily trafficked out and back trail located near Georgetown, Texas that features a lake and is good for all skill levels. The trail offers a number of activity options and is accessible year-round. Dogs are also able to use this trail but must be kept on leash. — alltrails.com
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| The first of our new Hiking Rocks collection |
When we set out on the 40-minute drive up to Georgetown, the rain began to fall. We were a little discouraged, but decided to press on. The hiking gods were kind to us, and the rain fell only briefly. The trailhead was clearly marked, and we had the whole parking area to ourselves (probably due to the rain). The trail itself was only slightly muddy — not bad at all.
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| The author, at the trailhead |
One piece of advice I can give to my fellow parents who hike (or hikers who parent) is the following: Don’t go hiking when you know you have to be home at a certain time in order to drive your kid to work. I say this, because this is the kind of trail you could spend a long time exploring, and we just weren’t able to. In fact, we don’t consider our time at Crockett Gardens complete. It’s Part One.
My lovely bride had the great idea of picking a rock to take home to commemorate our hikes from now on, so that was a new development born out of our trip to Georgetown.
There’s not much else to share, other than a general impression that this is definitely a trail that’s worth your while. A bit of garbage, but I honestly couldn’t tell if it was left behind just beyond the garbage can, or if maybe an enterprising racoon had pulled it out. Generally a lovely place.
And yes, to paraphrase General MacArthur, “we will return!”
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| The author and his lovely bride |
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| Just some of the many wildflowers at Mary Moore Seabright Park (Photo credit: J. Reyes-Fuchs |
Day Six: Sunday, June 21, 2020
Mary Moore Searight Park Trail is a 2.1 mile heavily trafficked loop trail located near Austin, Texas that features a river and is good for all skill levels. The trail offers a number of activity options and is accessible year-round. Dogs are also able to use this trail but must be kept on leash.
Those of you who have read previous installments in this series with a keen eye for detail may have noticed me wearing my Adidas Stan Smith sneakers. While great for tennis and general metrosexual, quasi-retro stylishness, they’re not ideal hiking shoes and were starting to take their toll on me, in the form of some painful low-grade plantar faciiatis. I’d imagine if you’re a hiker — especially of “a certain age group” — you’re probably familiar with it. If not, I do not wish it upon you, nor would I ever. If you don’t take my word for it, go ahead and google it, and be thankful you haven’t had the pleasure.
This is a long-winded way of saying that my lovely bride bought me a pair of good Columbia brand hiking shoes as a Father’s Day present, so that I could continue our hiking adventures pain free.
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| Before… |
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| … and After |
Excited to break in the new kicks, I followed my iPhone’s directions to . . . the Borden Milk plant?? That was as close as we were able to get to our intended destination — Colorado River Park Wildlife Preserve. If there is an actual entrance or trailhead, we never found it.
Not to be discouraged, my lovely bride suggested we check out “the park next to Paredes Middle School,” a place her work had taken her on several occasions. Aside from its existence, she didn’t know anything more about the place, other than that it looked nice from the outside, and caused headaches for the staff at Paredes, who occasionally had to chase down naughty students who chose to sneak off into the park next-door for a variety of reasons one can only imagine.
As it turns out, it is called Mary Moore Searight Metropolitan Park, and was a major find. There are a tremendous array of wildflowers all around, and a big field that I’m sure was normally full of people, pre-Covid.
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| One of many lovely flowers (Photo credit J. Reyes-Fuchs) |
While it wasn’t the original plan, we thoroughly enjoyed our hike, and managed to get a little turned around, as is our tendency. But we were given directions by a very nice scout leader, and found our way out eventually.
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| MLB, looking stylish and proud of the excellent hiking shoes she got me |
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| Map of the park, at the Scenic Overlook |
We’d been living in Texas for just over three years when the brushfires raged across Bastrop in 2011. I can remember the constant bonfire smell in the air, a slight burn in the base of my throat, and a dark cloud on the horizon that was vaguely reminiscent of one that hung over our home in New York City ten years prior, after the attacks that toppled the World Trade Center Towers.
This was our first trip to Bastrop since that devastation; we’d taken our boys to the Capital of Texas Zoo in Cedar Creek not long after making our move southwest. I don’t want to dwell too much on the damage that was done by the 2011 fires, because, as the website’s blurb above suggests, one does see amazing, inspiring evidence of rebirth and regeneration when one hikes the trails of this majestic park. However, the old-growth trees that now stand like blackened gravestones command your attention in a way that cannot be denied.
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| One of the many “tree gravestones” at Bastrop State Park |
The deep black of the countless burnt out trunks has an interesting, ultimately beautiful effect: somehow all the colors that surround it are enhanced — the blue of the sky, the green of the pines and brush, the copper brown of the soil, and the white of the sand, which the pines apparently love.
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| A blackened tree trunk, bringing out the colors around it |
As far as the hike itself, my lovely bride and I enjoyed it thoroughly. It was the longest we’ve done so far, my iPhone health app logging nearly 8 miles and 23,000 steps, and, as such, a good reminder about the importance of perseverance and going on when you think that you can’t. (This may have been due to our choice to “go with it” when we realized we’d gotten off the red trail, known as the scenic overlook loop, and onto the purple trail, which is significantly longer and takes you through the lovely Lost Pines section of the park.
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| The author, asking a Lost Pine if it needs directions |
This may be a bit of a stretch, but I think there was something about the resilience of this amazing piece of parkland that may have inspired me to finish my 7+ miles. Mother Earth has a way of coming back from even the most devastating blows, natural or man-made. As I sat in a bit of found shade, I took a few sips of water, caught my breath, and looked out at the burnt out timber, surrounded by flourishing, new growth, stood up, and said, “Okay. Let’s do this.”
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| My lovely bride, enjoying the splendor, and ready for an ice-cold Topo Chico |
Day Four: Wednesday, June 17, 2020: Bull Creek District Park and Greenbelt
Bull Creek District Park is a 48-acre city park in Austin, Texas. The park was created in 1971, and named for Bull Creek, the stream that passes through it and provides the focal point of the park’s primary attractions of swimming, hiking, and fishing. — Wikipedia
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| My lovely bride and me, on one of the scenic elevations at Bull Creek Trail |
Bull Creek runs through impressive rock formations, and offers some moderate to challenging trails. We saw a good amount of wildlife during our hike, including river turtles, minnows and larger fish, and a good sized rabbit who crossed our path. We spotted a couple of cardinals and a black heron, as well.
Unfortunately, we spotted a lot of garbage, too. I felt a little like the Native American in the classic anti-littering ad I grew up with in the seventies. (“Keep America Beautiful”) From the moment we hit the trail, I started noticing all kinds of trash — in the water, in the trees, and on the trail.
It’s clear from burnt embers and charcoal briquettes that there’s an after-dark scene that goes on here. Whether it’s teenagers having fun, or homeless people trying to survive, or some combination of the two, there’s an overabundance of refuse that I’d be remiss not to mention.
That being said, the beauty ultimately outshined the rubbish, and my lovely bride and I ended up having a memorable morning of hiking at Bull Creek. My hope is that once the pandemic is a thing of the past, the Austin Parks and Recreation department will do a better job maintaining the natural splendor of this place.
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| She’s become quite the trailblazer, my lovely bride! |
Day Three: Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Copperfield Nature Trail is a 3.5 mile moderately trafficked out and back trail located near Austin, Texas that features a river and is good for all skill levels. The trail is primarily used for hiking, walking, nature trips, and bird watching and is accessible year-round.
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| Trailside wildflower on the Copperfield Nature Trail Photo credit: J. Reyes-Fuchs |
When I researched this particular trail, I wasn’t sure what I was dealing with. It is located in an area dotted with apartment complexes, a large Vietnamese church complex, and a lovely subdivision I’d failed to ever notice in my ten-plus years living in the area.
On paper, it looks unimpressive — a big loop ringing a residential neighborhood. Unlike Webberville, it is by no means in the middle of nowhere; it is very much in the middle of Austin’s ever-spreading sprawl. I pictured a nice walking trail, paved, on a green belt maybe. Nice, but probably no great shakes.
I was mistaken. Copperfield is a lovely, well-maintained trail. It even had some pretty good hills, which Jeanette and I were not expecting.
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| My lovely bride and I, when we saw a steep hill up ahead |
There are a few sections that run uncomfortably close to people’s back yards, and even a point that spit us out into the middle of a suburban block, and gave us minimal signage to find our way back to the trail.
Other than that, however, Copperfield Nature was a pleasant surprise and a great workout. My lovely bride and I give it two enthusiastic thumbs up.
Note: I dedicate this post to all those who have lost loved ones to Covid 19. To the rest of you, I say remember them when you hear people talk about “hoaxes” and that they’re willing to “take those odds,” because in taking them, they’re not only endangering themselves, they’re endangering all of us.
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I’m my fathers son. In so many ways. He had a habit — one I share (or inherited) of indulging in a kind of “conjectural time travel.” For instance, he’d bite into a particularly good cut of meat or seafood and say, “Can you imagine the first person who dropped this creature into a fire, and then took that first taste of cooked food?” It was like he was trying to resurrect that mythical cave person just long enough to experience the pure rapture they must have felt in their moment of discovery.
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| The author’s father, Hanno Fuchs in Tokyo, circa 1951 |
While I’ve certainly caught myself doing the exact same thing, I also have a tenddency toward projecting my present reality into the future as I try to imagine what the as-yet-unborn chroniclers of our time will say about it. I can recall, for example, getting into a heated debate with a local supporter of the good ole second amendment, and his God-given right to “bear arms.”
“How will the historians judge us when they look back at the sheer number of our compatriots we allowed to die due to our inability to control the firearms industry?”
(He didn’t care much for this line of argument.)
I bring up this habit of mine, because I find myself very aware that we are currently living through a moment historians will write about, and deem “significant.” For one thing, the “twenty-teens” will be remembered for bringing us, arguably, I suppose one has to say, the most inept president in our country’s history. Also, this “novel” virus has torn our economy to pieces, and, most importantly, we’ve hit a tipping point as far as human rights abuses are concerned — more specifically how the dominant (read white, straight, male) culture discriminates against black Americans and women. People have stood up, and continue to stand up, for what is right. In courtrooms, and in the streets.
I wonder if Trump’s ineptitude may ultimately prove to be what we “thank for” this sea-change of rebellion we’re experiencing. Unlike his predecessors, he has no filter between thought and speech. Previous presidents were better at saying the pretty things we need to hear that allow us to accept the status quo (aka “American Way”). Although previous American presidents certainly may have believed that sometimes you just have to “grab [women] by the pussy” or that “there are good people on both sides,” they’ve rarely said it aloud. On Twitter or elsewhere. This one can’t stop, which may be helping to keep the revolution going.
While I’m sympathetic to those whose livelihoods, whose years of hard work have been affected or obliterated by the pandemic, I’m troubled by what I’m seeing right now. After re-opening some states, including Texas where I live, we are, sure enough, seeing a spike in both Covid cases and deaths. The president has one of his rallies coming up next week and has boasted about receiving 200,000 requests for tickets. Those fervent members of his so-called “base” have been told they’ll need to sign an agreement of indemnity, releasing the president and his government of any liability should they come down with Covid, which is, after all, a liberal hoax.
This is the crucial moment the historians will look back on, when, in the midst of a global pandemic, protestors took to the streets anyway. When our answer to “il Duce” gathered the faithful by the thousands. We don’t know the consequences yet. But we will.
There was something very pure about my father’s liberalism — maybe because he escaped the Nazis at age 12, before he could be added to the thousands of males from his town in Germany who were systematically exterminated. I’m just glad he was spared seeing this man in power, and what he’s doing to the democracy my father cared so much about, and fought so hard to preserve. That said, I do believe that, like me, he would be extremely encouraged by the young leaders who have taken to the street to speak out against injustice, and to fight for a better country and a better world for all.
Day Two: Sunday, June 14, 2020
Memorial Park consists of 14.11 acres of land. This park provides a cool and shaded atmosphere with the abundance of trees. The 0.60 mile trail runs alongside Brushy Creek, which provides a stimulating view for any runner, walker, or bike rider. Follow the trail to see the legendary “Round Rock” that can be seen in Brushy Creek. For the softball players out there, Memorial Park offers a softball field along with a full concession stand. Parking is available just outside the field and only a few steps away from the playground. Park goers can also enjoy other amenities such as picnic tables, grills, and drinking fountains.
— from the Round Rock Parks and Recreation website
This morning’s hike was in Round Rock Memorial Park. Just off I-35, it’s a hidden gem. I’ve driven past the entrance on my way to meetings at C.D. Fulkes Middle School on several occasions and had no idea.
We drove over a one-lane bridge to arrive at a small parking lot nestled between a softball field and a playground. We made our way down the paved path and got to a road where a man was casting his fishing line into the water. A marker told us this was Brushy Creek, and also the site of the “Round Rock” whence the town got its name. We stopped to snap a selfie in front of the famous boulder, which neither of us had known about until today.
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| The author, left, and his lovely bride, crowned by the “Round Rock” |
Soon after getting a shot of me looking regal in front of a babbling waterfall, we came to a sign reading “Trail Closed.” We paused, discouraged, and considered being upstanding, rule-following members of our community until, that is, we saw two fisherman in camouflage jackets and waders ignore the sign, at which point we said, “Eff it!” and forged ahead.
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| The author, posing for a statue in front of a waterfall |