Revisting The West Fork Of The San Jacinto

This was one of those "I really need some time on the water" weekends. And with Lake Conroe reaching levels that hadn't been seen since the 2011 drought, I was eager to re-explore the West Fork.

On my last trip here I was able to paddle about three and a half miles upstream through the Sam Houston National Forest before reaching a logjam that I couldn't get past. But to get that far, I had to drag my kayak over or around four smaller deadfalls.

Things were a bit different this time as I made my way upstream. Most of the same deadfalls were still there. But with the water level a couple of feet higher, I was able to glide right over most of them in my kayak. This left me free to enjoy the beautiful spring day, the new green on the trees, and the sound of the birds singing in the adjoining woods.

After cruising along so easily for the first three and a half miles, I was disappointed to find the channel still blocked by the exact same logjam which ended my last exploration here. I had hoped that the higher water level would enable me to explore a mile or so farther upstream, but it wasn't to be.

So I turned and slowly made my way back south to the launch point at Stubblefield Lake. It was a wonderful, relaxing paddle. And it was great to see Lake Conroe almost full once again.

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Winter Paddle In the Bayou City

This sunny and reasonably warm winter day presented perfect opportunity for us to break our paddling drought and for Linda to try paddling her Christmas present for the first time. We launched at Sabine street and headed upstream through Tinsley Park, and then downstream under I-45. Along the way were treated to some beautiful views of the Houston skyline.

Misty Sunrise Over Caddo Lake

The most striking visual from our second visit to Caddo Lake came early one morning. Over the course of a chilly night, a thick blanket of mist formed over the surface of the lake. As morning arrived, the mist started to thin and flow and rise, almost as if it were reaching up to greet the rising sun.

Following Old River To Its Roots

This solo visit to Old River fell on a much more cooler day than my meetup group outing earlier in the month. As a result, I was able to explore more of the river than ever before. I paddled upstream to the point the channel became blocked by a mass of fallen trees, and then explored a small tributary.  As I enjoyed the beauty of the day, I had the company of a whole host of turtles like this red-eared slider, and even a kingfisher who was much less camera shy than usual. All in all, it was a nearly perfect fall paddle.

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Armand Bayou: Where the Mullet is Always in Style

Bright sunshine sparkled on the surface of the bayou. Fresh, cool breezes danced across our skin. It was a fall afternoon so perfect that even the fish were jumping for joy!

What? Well, yes, the fish were mullet. And yes, mullet do jump habitually. But let's stick to the story line okay? It was an wonderful day for a paddle on Armand Bayou.

We launched our kayaks at Bay Area Park and paddled upstream among the leaping mullet the rolling gar. We set a leisurely pace, making frequent stops along the way to admire the scenery.

Water hyacinths were more numerous along the bayou than I remember seeing in recent years and they were covered in blooms. A number of osprey had taken up their winter residence along the bayou, along with the ever present herons, egrets, and kingfishers. We even spotted an alligator sunning on the bank during our trip upstream.

Some of the life we spotted wasn't quite so wild. Early on we passed one small boat where three fishermen were tending to a collection of about ten fishing poles. And along the way we crossed paths with a number friendly folks in kayaks and canoes, and even one on a paddle board.

Much too quickly the afternoon turned toward evening and it was time for us to head back toward the launch. As we passed our alligator friend once again, he slid into the water and swam along beside us briefly before concealing himself in the vegetation near the bank.

We bid him adieu and continued downstream. Before long we were crossing under the Bay Area Boulevard bridge with the boat ramp just a short way ahead. We set our paddles aside for a little while then and let ourselves drift in the light breeze. Neither of us were ready for this day (or this weekend) to end, so we paused to soak in the peace for just a little bit longer.

When was the last time you stood still long enough to take joy in something as simple as a little fish leaping in the sunlight? It's a feeling that never goes out of style.


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Sometimes the Old Ways Are Best

Early fall weather in Texas can be tricky. One day the gusts from a cool front will be raising goose bumps on your skin, while just days later that same skin will be slick with perspiration.

So when I scheduled an early October paddle at Pickett's Bayou for my meetup group, I knew the weather was a question mark. I just didn't count on the location being up in the air as well.

As it turned out, the government shutdown closed the gates of the Trinity River National Wildlife Refuge, putting our Pickett's Bayou launch point off limits.

As the date for the meetup approached with no movement in Washington, it was clear that I had to either cancel the paddle or move it somewhere else. Fortunately, the Trinity River basin is rich with interesting places to paddle, including the Old River. While its environs may be slightly less wild than Pickett's, they remain quite lovely.

The group met at the bridge over the Old River on FM1409, launched our kayaks, and headed upstream along the cypress-lined channel. Conversation among the group mixed with the calls of birds as we paddled the peaceful waters. We covered about three miles before pausing for a bite to eat, turning around, and making our way back to the launch at a leisurely pace. It was a very enjoyable outing with the group, proving once again that things can go well, even when they don't go exactly according to plan.

And for the record, this particular fall day had lots more perspiration than goose bumps. Happy Fall, everyone!

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Lake Livingston, I presume?

After a few years of paddling the waters around Houston, I have settled on a handful of favorite destinations -- beautiful, peaceful places I savor returning to season after season. You'll see their names appear repeatedly here on my blog. But as much as I enjoy these familiar haunts, the itch to explore new places is always there in the back of my mind.

So when I pulled out of my driveway before sunrise on Saturday, I steered my car toward a new destination: Lake Livingston in the piney woods northeast of Houston.

After launching at the state park on the southeast side of the lake, I needed a destination. The wooded shores of Pine Island on the horizon looked inviting, so I turned my bow in that direction and started paddling.

Let me tell you a funny story about Lake Livingston. It's really big! And that inviting island turned out to be about three miles from the launch. Once I got there, it did prove fun to explore. It was ringed with sandy beaches and covered in dense woods full of birds. I circled the island slowly, landing a couple of times to look around and to take a break under the shade of a weeping willow. During my picnic, I spotted what I believe were a pair of bald eagles, though they were too far away for me to get a really good look.

By the time I was done with my snack, the clouds had started to build ominously. I took to the water again and paddled vigorously back toward the launch. I'm glad to have added Lake Livingston to my destination list and I imagine I'll be back again -- but I think I'll pick a day that's a little cooler and with less chance of lightning!

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