Trouble with the Dam

Little Ocmulgee State Park

With a little more shade and about the same amount of gnats, I finally returned to the park. Today I got a treat not seeing one but two planes taking off from the county airport. Even though they are both just single prop planes, they were planes all the same. Except for some added foliage on the oak trees, everything looks the same. Almost like the park never missed me at all. But I did notice the lake had dried up again, so I can assume there’s still trouble with the dam. So as another summer of wet heat draws to an end. Now with lower humidity it’s nice to know I can come back to the park.

I can’t think of much else to write about at the moment. With the quiet of the breeze and the roaring of a tractor with a leaf blower. I still find myself just wanting to breathe in and out and take in the scenery. From the waving of the Spanish moss to the sound of squirrels and birds scurrying about. It’s a surreal scene where the life of nature and the will of man blend together. So as I recline in this weathered old wooden chair. I hear the sound of a lone cicada up in a tree while the love bugs dance around my feet. With the roaring of the leaf blower coming up behind me, it adds a woodsy smell to the scenery.

Sitting back at home now looking out my window. I think about my little mini adventure. Wondering if I’ll return again tomorrow. But we’ll never know till then. As for now the scent of the dirt and dying leaves linger on my clothes. I’m reminded that despite all the noise there is something special about nature that being inside can’t recreate. The subtle hints of life, the sounds, the smells. The quietness and the unexpected gusts of wind. All leading to a paradise invaded by man.