Friday, July 5, 2013
Up White Rock Creek
White Rock Lake is a magnet for walkers and runners and cyclists, not to mention folks just enjoying being out by the water. And on the water are usually some rowers and kayakers and perhaps a sailboat or two. But enter White Rock Creek, that slightly mysterious wooded mouth at the north end of the lake, and the urban world slips away. Or so it seems, although in the course of our one and a half mile journey up the creek this morning, we passed under a bridge thundering with rush-hour traffic and just beyond that to one side was manicured parkland. Still, it's easy to imagine being in some secluded wilderness. Well, okay, you do have to overlook the odd floating bottle or plastic bag draped over some tree roots; sadly it's not pristine. Each time we've been there, we've talked about how, with some attention, this could be the kind of jewel that White Rock Lake has become. But then, I guess it wouldn't offer this illusion of being remote and secret.
Today was not, fortunately, as "adventurous," but it was a very pleasant way to begin the day.