I have a number of places I take visitors and friends for a ramble. A week or so ago, I took Friend Shari and her mother, LaFern, on a ride that paused at Horseshoe Lake near Olive Branch, Ill.
The little park and spillway at the south end of the lake is almost always pretty. Shari stopped to use the restroom – it’s an outhouse, but Friend Claire pronounced it acceptable on our visit last year. Shari also gave it a passing grade.
While she was otherwise occupied, LaFern and I checked out the spillway. I saw a huge fish chasing minnows as soon as I got there, but he disappeared, never to be seen again on this visit.
There were plenty of turtles, including a softshell with a neck a foot long who was snurfulling along the top of the water until he spotted us.
Snake
This guy cruised by to the base of the spillway, then disappeared. His coloring and rounded head makes me believe he was harmless.
Moccasin, maybe?
I was less sure about this one. His body was thicker and his head was more triangular. I was ready to label him a water moccasin. Either way, I wasn’t about to dip my toe in the water.
I’m happier with turtles
I was happier to see a batch of turtles looking like they were playing on a seesaw. I count at least five on this log. (You can click on the images to make them larger.)
Ernie Chiles and I rode our bikes around the lake in 2009.