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Oh, What a Night!


I own 33 acres in the hills and have camped and hiked there a LOT over the years.


Buffy became my hiking partner when she was 2 or 3 years old. I took this picture in 2007.


The Old One, my favorite tree friend, wasn’t in as good shape as she looked here.


A wet-weather creek runs through the ravine.


Are you curious about my title “Oh, what a night!”

This is where it happened.


I spent an evening recently, looking through picture folders in my computer. I came to one of a spring camping trip to my property. The landscape was all so fresh and green. Buffy and I went to sleep that night, listening to the whip-poor-wills and chuck-will-widows.

 I left the rain flap off that night and opened the windows all the way. I woke in the night. The moonlight was bright enough to easily see our surroundings. Buffy was sitting up, very still, looking out the door. I eased up on one elbow.

The barred owl family — both parents and four owlets– were scattered about in the trees just south of camp. The adults called back and forth. The young joined in, lacking volume and the correct rhythm. Buffy and I just sat, side by side, looking out and listening. I didn’t see any of the owls before they eventually moved on to the south.

Buffy was as mesmerized as I was. Somehow she knew it was a special time.

Barred owls have been one of my absolute favorites for years and years.

I still have vivid mental images of that night: one of her profile as she looked out the door, the lit areas and nighttime shadows the moonlight created in our surroundings.

 I can still see it all as plainly as if I were looking at pictures.

Abstract Water

A light rain alternated with mist, and the temperature reached 60 degrees this afternoon. Since tomorrow’s forecast included falling temperatures, rain and strong winds, Buffy and I headed to Stone Face for a short outing.


Snow geese were in a corn field and


 flying above it.


Water flowed with an urgency in the wet-weather creek at Stone Face.


I didn’t see all these details when taking the pictures.


The contrast created abstract patterns,


and a lot of movement.


It sure looked like the water spirits (the undines) were having a lot of fun.

I know Buffy and I were.

Eagle Mountain

I’ve waited and waited for a sunny day so I could take a picture of the range of hills called Eagle Mountain. Today I finally gave up and took several pictures anyway. The arrow points to roughly to where the road starts up, and the road continues on past the right edge of the picture a little ways.

It’s a sad time now where Eagle Mountain’s concerned.


A strong thunderstorm early last summer washed out deep gullies in the road up the first hill. There is the option of going in from the opposite end of the road, which is 30 miles from here. The county doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to fix the road. Of course, I don’t blame them with all the use it gets from ATVs, off-road mudding trucks, etc. The road is roughly four miles long, — four adventurous up-and-down miles, according to the weather. The land is a mixture of private and Shawnee National Forest land. Turkey and deer hunters flock in during the hunting seasons.


So, at this time, all I have are memories and files of pictures.


Buffy’s look, “What’s taking you so long?


This is a wet-weather creek, meaning the creek can be dry, shallow as above, or so high and fast there’s no crossing it.


The creek narrows as the elevation gradually increases.


Ripples create yellow-rimmed shadows.

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Ripples in the ice create the yellow designs and the shadows in between.


Trees growing along the creek need a strong extensive root system. Heavy rains result in high, fast-moving water.


Mosses and lichens are quite common on the rocky slopes.


Yellow ochre results from the iron designs in some of the rocks.


Obviously, there’s red ochre too.


This was a fresh spring morning, with birds singing.


Obviously, this was a beautiful fall day.


This hill is around the corner in the third picture in this blog. It’s steep, rocky slope makes it difficult to climb up from any direction.


One time Buffy and I went up to the bluff, then to the left and found these rock designs, called liesagang bands. There were so many that it was a momentous occasion, which I blogged:


And … the walk back toward the truck.

Along the Creek Bank

The sun divided its time between shining and hiding behind clouds, as the pictures show.

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I wish I knew what the trees thought about living on the edge of the creek. This is a wet-weather creek, which means it has more of a decline through the hills, and only has water during the wet times.

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Moss wouldn’t have a chance to grow on these low roots.

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like it does on this tree and the one in the next picture.

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This shows how rocky the ground is from ravine’s eroding over the eons.

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Future heavy rains and flash flooding might occasionally move a rock.

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I wondered what caused all the holes. The center looks like a face with a big forehead and a pointed chin.

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Buffy and I turned around here and headed back to the truck.

My Rock

One of my two writing mentors, way back when, was intrigued that I had a rock. He was referring to a rock seat on my rural property. Harlan had never known anyone who’d had such a thing. I own 33 acres down in the hills, 7 miles south of our house. Shawnee National Forest land borders it on the south.

My rock is at the top of a 20-25 foot bluff. My seat is on the edge toward the camera. Part of it is covered with dried leaves. The height of the rock and a flat slight depression creates a perfect seat. The vantage point offers a broad view of the ravine and the wet-weather creek running through it.

The angle of the 9:30 sun this morning created a patchwork of fall colors.

This shows the view to the south. There’s a short overhang on the right that doesn’t show in this picture. I’ve sat under it to get out of the rain. I’ve  sat under it and watched snow falling, listening to a creek that hadn’t frozen yet.

  An unobstructed view of the ravine and creek will open up after the leaves fall. This is the view to the north and east.

Buffy enjoyed the view too.

We walked on down the hill so I could take a picture of the bluff.

Almost every hike includes a sit on my rock.  It’s been a place of comfort, a place to sit and enjoy the views differing throughout the year.

… one of the best was at night, with no leaves on the trees, a full moon rising and silhoueting the trees, water running in the creek, and geese honking as they flew over.