In the fall, Raystown Lake is drawn down. For whatever reason (possibly we'd just never been out so late in the year)(global warming!) the water seemed drawn down farther than we'd ever seen it, at least 6 feet. This exposed many parts of the shore which, naturally, we'd had no idea were there.
When I first saw the log, on the far side of Aitch bay, I thought it was a rock.
Where could such a forest giant have come from?!? We'd been all over the Lake, and none of the trees in sight were anything like this. After long discussion we decided it had washed down from more northerly tracts.
In the afternoon, returning, the light stuck the log entirely differently. The size was still evident when compared to trees around it.
In the way of blog posts, once I got started on this one I remembered other giant logs and stumps we had found. Deep in the southern woods are mighty cypresses that dwarf their neighbors. The study of size distribution in cypress trees would be very interesting. The largest ones are found singly, with long distances between them, yet with many other smaller cypresses nearby.
Here's one in Tate's Hell tract, in the lower central panhandle of Florida, seen in 2012.
This stump is in Dead Lake, Cypress Creek, FL.
To canoeists the word "waterlogged" is not fanciful, but a very real phenomenon. We are also well aware that light refraction happens. Which is why it was all the more amazing when we came across this:
Decent, fully grown trees next to it look like kindling sticks.
The cypresses are so individual in their shapes, sizes and histories.
In the swamps we frequent, the largest trees are invariably stumps. Mostly these were cut in the 19th century (1800s). The method of harvesting was to girdle the tree and then leave it for up to 2 years. The tree died and then dried out. Fresh cut cypress was too heavy to float. (Thank you cypresswood.net.)
We first saw it through a screen of swamp jungle, slowly nosing our way into the headwaters the mighty St Johns river.
I have always been fascinated by old growth, be it trees or antlers.
There are a great many subjects I'd love to blog about; and the longer I wait, the longer the list. Model horses, collections and model tack are just a few. What stops me blogging are various chores and projects, some of them required maintenance and others seasonal. (For instance, Christmas vacation.) But I haven't forgotten this pleasure; rest assured I will return as soon as I can.
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