This is the conservation area Truman Park is supposed to connect to. I’m still not sure where it does exactly, but it looks like an amazing place to explore and find out. I just need a lot more daylight and a little less snow.
It was mostly spitting when I pulled into the tiny dirt parking area, but grew heavier pretty quickly. A short paved loop wound through the trees and along a wide creek low creek.
The entrance to the wooden plank bridge was thick with mud. At the other end, dirt paths extended in three directions. They weren’t marked, and the trail map I picked up at the entrance was quickly getting too damp to use in the increasingly heavy snow.
I just stayed there for awhile, in a little cove bound by the creek, the trees, and the ridge ahead of me. The splash of the water and the breeze through the trees, muffled the traffic on the nearby road.
I wandered a little farther down the clearest path, listening to the call of the birds and the ratchet of a woodpecker.
The mud thickened as the creek widened.
Water marks high on the brush and trees hinted at the power behind it’s gentle splash.
I head back in, checking to see that I still have that soggy map, to plan a real hike through here.
Rambling ... 