As mentioned yesterday, Congaree Creek Heritage Preserve is finally open again months after the flood. I would have liked to return there with Tamara, but then, it had been a muddy mess all last year even before the flood, so it seemed prudent to go there myself first to see how good or bad it might be. Also we had dreams of bringing along a chihuahua or two and so that possibility needed to be explored as well.
The bad news is that it's still a muddy mess. The good news is that it's way better than it was before the flood. Lots of areas where the trail bogged down into quagmire have been bypassed. It has been rerouted for the better many times, affording many extra opportunities to spot alligators. Some of the new trail sections are borderline electrifying, where you're tiptoeing along a ridgeline between small bodies of water. (Once canals or once clay pits, I don't know. Neat regardless, though.) All the storms mean that it's not as shady as it once was, but it's still nice. I'm thrilled beyond measure that it's open again and was thrilled beyond measure to be back. The fact that I saw no gators, nor anything more interesting than a great blue heron, bothered me not at all. We're recovering and it was good to be home.
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