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Saturday

Time to revisit Point Reyes Lighthouse!

Last time I did this ride was 1) by myself 2) on the black bike idefk what ratio 3) with a front brake 4) during a prolific time of riding wherein I rode daily for work because I was shuttling passports to and from consulates downtown for Travel Visa Pro (dat $13/h life. got me fit tho) 5) with no knowledge of what I would encounter (ignorance is bliss) 6) it was foggy and cold the whole time and I fell at least once on a cow gate. More details can be found here, on this very blog.

Today's Strava log

Today, I set off with Nate at 6:40ish in the morning. Same bicycles as last week's adventure. I rode black bike (46x17) and Nate rode mog. This time we did not have to carry bikepacking supplies as we intended it to be a day trip.

Leaving the house / Sunny Sausalito

It was a pretty smooth ride getting over to Marin. It was damp and foggy until we got to Sausalito. Instead of taking the dreadful boardwalk, Nate led us on a parallel way that was less annoying. Thus we got to Camino Alto pretty smoothly. After Camino Alto, we were in Larkspur, where we stopped to get breakfast at Equator. Three pastries and a small coffee.

Continued on Magnolia Ave, then followed the bike route through those towns that I never remember which one is which. As we were going into Ross, Nate had a sealant splattering onto his back and seat tube, which I initially thought was some sort of glitter or Plumbago flowers that he rode through (but it was not). The sealant was able to somewhat seal the puncture and retain tire pressure, and we made it through Ross, San Anselmo, Fairfax, and whatever other towns, up White Hill, through Samuel P. Taylor, up Olema Hill, to Olema, where Nate put a Dynaplug, more sealant, and borrowed a floor pump from the Marin Century (it was happening today! No relation/overlap with us).

Marin Century sign outside of Due West Cafe aka ripoff Cafe

We refilled water in Olema, then set off to lighthouse. The route there started out pretty chill. Sunny, mixed coast live oak forest, pretty flat. Went through Inverness Park and Inverness, then a horrible climb out of Inverness, and then back to chill vibes (flat, plus the weather was literally getting chill because coastal fog).

Halfway up the steep climb out of Inverness / At the top of the climb an encouraging sign making me feel a little closer to my destination

Note the change in weather

We passed the allee of Monterey cypress. Then it became "rolling" hills. Saw a lot of Grindelia and yellow Eschscholzia. Baccharis and Lupinus. Acmispon. One small area of Mimulus (possibly M. guttatus?). Cows. Mostly I was focused on the hills and the fog and going over the cow gates, and the myriad cars that passed us/hesitated to pass (very annoying, but I understand single-lane curving road logic).

Nate sympathy-zigzagging up the hill / Me walking up the hill

The last few miles or so, we encountered a climb that was so steep I had to walk my bike, and Nate and I traded bikes. On the mog, it was doable but I definitely blacked out what happened. I vaguely remember there was a bit of drifting sand (not a problem on these 35+mm tires also there was a narrow unsanded pavement strip to go through), and there was a lot of wind, which literally shook me and I was so scared and was clenching the brakes on the mog with fear. I rode the mog the rest of the way.

Nate on my bike / Finally made it; Nate back on the mog.

Eventually we made it to the lighthouse and then walked to the lighthouse and walked down and back up the allegedly challenging 313 steps. The steps were nothing compared to biking all the damn hills. I can't believe I ever did this ride in 2016. And I did the damn steps.

The fog is unreal. Remind me not to come here in February.

After taking a moment to refill water, eat a shitty croissant we bought in Olema, and eat a Maurtens (yes I know Maurtens has a reputation for being pretentious and/or extra, but they have now saved me twice so I support the hype), we headed back the way we came. Instead of Bear Valley Road, we took Shoreline Hwy to Point Reyes Station to get some food.

Cows observing me suffering

We got to Point Reyes Station after 2pm so no more farmer's market / Free calls to get God's Blessing, and other services.

We sat on a bench and ate a sandwich, havea chips, ritter raisin and hazelnut, beverage, and water. Then continued on. My stupid bibs and saddle were combo attacking my "soft tissue" so we stopped again in Lagunitas at the store, where we got a strawberry lemonade. Then stopped in Fairfax for more water at Splitrock. Then stopped again in Larkspur for more water at Equator. Then finally suffered some more and made it home while I complained and prayed for a swift death the entire time. I guess that's one good thing about me riding solo-- got no one to complain to so I just shut up and bear it. My hands were literally pruny from sweating. Gripping the bars on descents was the other major workout aside from climbing.

Almost home (on the Marin side of the bridge) / Home so tired

Notes on climbs:

I still have trouble getting up Arguello into the Presidio, but I can do it, if I zig-zag my bike and go super slowly.

Camino Alto is longer than I think, but it's not a grind. I just have unnecessary dread. The descent was fine because there was no traffic today.

White Hill aka Sir Francis Drake where the equestrian center is: still hard. It's a grind. A bunch of roadies passed me and I don't care. The descent is still terrifying as well. Veryyyyy long.

Getting out of Samuel P. Taylor and going to Olema: still hard. I feel that it might be shorter, and I like that it's not as winding, but it's a grind. Descending it is also awful.

That last hill that I remember from last time coming out of Inverness is as bad as I remembered. It is the worst of the hills encountered along this ride. Last time I mentioned that I had to walk it. Today I managed to ride the whole way up, and that is a triumph. I did stop at the brief moment where it was flat (before the arrow sign). Everything after the sign was steep AF. I saw cars driving up and I saw them getting more inclined. I had to seriously zig-zag across both lanes while the lanes were empty. Made it, though. Descent was also so long and painful.

Oh ALSO, that "last" hill isn't even the last hill! How on earth did I deceive myself into thinking that there were only 3 major hills on this ride??? I guess I blacked out from the difficulty last time. There was one hill on the way to lighthouse that was kind of a switchback? At the bottom of the hill there was a ranch gate. I don't even remember.

Then there was another hill at the fork of Chimney Rock and Lighthouse (obviously we went towards Lighthouse). I literally had to walk up this. I don't even care. There was no way I was gonna get up there. I went until I lost momentum and had to put my foot down. And then I could not do any more. I tried to get back on the bike and failed. Okay actually THIS hill is the worst one of today. This is where we traded bikes.

On the way back: first two cowgates there was a hill that was so fucking steep I could not believe it. I did it though. I think this or the next one may have been the one where I stopped and ate my hardboiled eggs last time.

Then there was another hill that I remember descending and my legs moving faster than they have ever moved in life LMAO, and I think that was the one where two guys we saw at the lighthouse passed us and said "good job" to me. Bro thank you. I fully accept and need this support.

Literally can't remember any more hills because I blacked them all out. Oh wait the one coming back out of Olema. That's where in 2016 someone asked me if I was ok because I stopped out of fatigue/pain. That one has always sucked. I hate it. Okay, it's actually not THAT bad. Compared to some of the other ones I experienced today.

Then coming out of San Geronimo on the back side of White Hill? Cakewalk. Easy peasy.

Camino Alto was fine going southbound. I counted in Swedish to distract myself. This was a technique I used to use during warmups at the track to distract from suffering.

Alexander Ave/coming out of Sausalito: gunned it the fuck out of that corner where the guy one time told me "your ass is going to get too big if you keep riding fixed gear" and I said "there is no such thing as an ass that is too big", a story which i shouted at the top of my lungs today when I was going up that short distance.

Then I suffered thru all the way to the bridge by talking to myself out loud. I did a lot of that today actually. Gotta stay motivated.

Okay I have no more notes for now and I may upload photos later but I didn't get too many due to being too busy complaining/suffering. I am now going to eat a burrito and nachos from Underdogs because Nate picked up some just now thank you sweet angel.

Edit: I could not sleep cuz I got mildly sunburnt lol. Photos uploaded.

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11 Best Treks In Nainital: Trails And Trekking Routes

Nainital, nestled in the Kumaon region of Uttarakhand, is renowned for its emerald lakes, lush forests, and majestic mountains. This picturesque hill station is a haven for trekkers, offering a variety of trails that cater to all levels of adventure seekers. Whether you’re looking for a serene walk through the woods or a challenging ascent to panoramic viewpoints, Nainital’s treks promise unforgettable experiences. Here, we explore the 11 best treks in Nainital, showcasing trails and trekking routes that highlight the region’s natural beauty and diverse terrain.  The early morning light over the mountains and lakes is beautiful and perfect for photos. You might also like to check the best things to do in Uttarakhand 

1. Naina Peak Trek (Cheena Peak)

Overview

Naina Peak, also known as Cheena Peak, is the highest point in Nainital, standing at 2,615 meters. This trek is a favorite among nature enthusiasts for its breathtaking views of the snow-capped Himalayas and the entire Nainital town.

Highlights

Difficulty: Moderate

Distance: 6-7 km (round trip)

Duration: 3-4 hours

Best Time: April to June, September to November

The trail to Naina Peak starts from the Mallital area and winds through dense forests of rhododendron, deodar, and cypress. As you ascend, the air becomes cooler, and the vistas more captivating. At the summit, you’re rewarded with a panoramic view of Nanda Devi, Trishul, and other Himalayan peaks, as well as a bird’s-eye view of Nainital.

2. Snow View Point Trek

Overview

Snow View Point, perched at 2,270 meters, is another popular trekking destination in Nainital. This trek is relatively easy and suitable for beginners, offering stunning views of the snow-clad peaks.

Highlights

Difficulty: Easy

Distance: 3 km (one way)

Duration: 2-3 hours

Best Time: October to May

The trail to Snow View Point begins near the Nainital High Court and meanders through lush forests. As you approach the viewpoint, you’ll be greeted by awe-inspiring views of the Himalayan range. The trek is especially beautiful in winter when the landscape is blanketed in snow.

3. Tiffin Top (Dorothy’s Seat) Trek

Overview

Tiffin Top, also known as Dorothy’s Seat, is a popular picnic spot located at 2,290 meters. The trek to Tiffin Top offers scenic views of Nainital and the surrounding hills.

Highlights

Difficulty: Moderate

Distance: 4 km (round trip)

Duration: 3-4 hours

Best Time: March to June, September to November

4. Kilbury Trek

Overview

Kilbury, located at 2,280 meters, is known for its rich biodiversity and bird-watching opportunities. The trek to Kilbury offers a peaceful escape into nature.

Highlights

Difficulty: Easy to Moderate

Distance: 12 km (round trip)

Duration: 5-6 hours

Best Time: All year round, except monsoon

The trail to Kilbury starts from Pangot village and traverses through the Naina Devi Himalayan Bird Conservation Reserve. The trek is ideal for bird enthusiasts, with over 580 species of birds to spot, including the Himalayan griffon, blue-winged minla, and koklass pheasant.

5. Pangot Trek

Overview

Pangot, a quaint village located 15 km from Nainital, is another gem for trekkers and bird watchers. The trek to Pangot is a delightful journey through thick forests and serene landscapes.

Highlights

Difficulty: Easy

Distance: 15 km (one way)

Duration: 6-7 hours

Best Time: All year round, except monsoon

The trek to Pangot starts from Snow View Point and passes through oak, pine, and rhododendron forests. Along the way, you might encounter wildlife such as barking deer and mountain quail. Pangot itself is a paradise for bird watchers, offering sightings of rare Himalayan species.

6. Kunjakharak Trek

Overview

Kunjakharak, located 20 km from Nainital, is an offbeat trekking destination that offers untouched natural beauty and tranquility.

Highlights

Difficulty: Moderate

Distance: 40 km (round trip)

Duration: 2-3 days

Best Time: March to June, September to November

7. Land’s End Trek

Overview

Land’s End, situated at 2,118 meters, offers a short yet rewarding trek with stunning views of Khurpa Tal and the surrounding valleys.

Highlights

Difficulty: Easy

Distance: 4 km (round trip)

Duration: 2-3 hours

Best Time: All year round, except monsoon

The trek to Land’s End starts from Barapathar and is perfect for beginners and families. The trail is relatively flat and passes through picturesque landscapes. From the viewpoint, you can enjoy unobstructed views of the Khurpa Tal and the terraced fields of the valley.

8. Camel’s Back Trek

Overview

Camel’s Back, named for its unique camel hump-shaped rock formation, offers a short and enjoyable trek with panoramic views of Nainital and the surrounding hills.

Highlights

Difficulty: Easy

Distance: 4 km (round trip)

Duration: 2-3 hours

Best Time: All year round, except monsoon

The trail to Camel’s Back starts from the Mall Road and winds through lush forests. The viewpoint provides a spectacular view of the sunset and the town of Nainital below. This trek is ideal for a leisurely afternoon hike.

9. Bara Pathar Trek

Overview

Bara Pathar is a popular trekking and picnic spot located en route to Kilbury. The trek offers beautiful forested trails and a peaceful environment.

Highlights

Difficulty: Easy to Moderate

Distance: 6 km (round trip)

Duration: 3-4 hours

Best Time: All year round, except monsoon

10. Sariyatal Trek

Starting from the Mallital area, the trek to Bara Pathar takes you through oak and pine forests. The trail is well-marked and suitable for beginners. Bara Pathar is also home to an old temple dedicated to Lord Shiva, adding a spiritual touch to the trek.

Overview

Sariyatal, a small but beautiful lake, offers a tranquil trekking experience with scenic views and serene surroundings.

Highlights

Difficulty: Easy

Distance: 5 km (round trip)

Duration: 2-3 hours

Best Time: All year round, except monsoon

The trek to Sariyatal starts from the Sariyatal waterfall and follows a gentle path through forests and meadows. The lake itself is a perfect spot for relaxation and picnicking, surrounded by lush greenery and clear waters.

11. Guano Hills Trek

Overview

Guano Hills, located near Pangot, is a lesser-known trekking destination that offers pristine natural beauty and abundant wildlife.

Highlights

Difficulty: Moderate

Distance: 8 km (round trip)

Duration: 4-5 hours

Best Time: March to June, September to November

The trek to Guano Hills begins from Pangot and traverses through thick oak and bamboo forests. The trail is rich in birdlife, making it a haven for bird watchers. The serene environment and picturesque landscapes make this trek a hidden gem in Nainital.

Tips for Trekkers

Preparation: Ensure you are physically fit and well-prepared for the trek. Carry essential trekking gear, including sturdy shoes, a backpack, water, snacks, and a first aid kit.

Weather: Check the weather forecast before embarking on your trek. Nainital experiences varied weather conditions, and it is essential to be prepared for sudden changes.

Permits: Some trekking routes may require permits. Check with local authorities or trekking agencies for necessary permits and regulations.

Respect Nature: Follow Leave No Trace principles. Avoid littering, respect wildlife, and stick to designated trails to preserve the natural beauty of the region.

Conclusion

Nainital’s treks offer a unique blend of adventure, natural beauty, and tranquility. Whether you’re an avid trekker or a casual hiker, the 11 Best Treks in Nainital: Trails and Trekking Routes provide something for everyone. From the majestic Naina Peak to the serene Guano Hills, each trail promises an unforgettable experience in the heart of the Himalayas. So, pack your bags, lace up your boots, and get ready to explore the enchanting trails of Nainital.

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Wine Country Tourism in Italy

Wine country tourism in Italy offers an unforgettable experience, combining exquisite wine tasting with stunning landscapes and rich cultural history. Visitors can explore renowned regions like Tuscany, Piedmont, and Veneto, each offering unique varieties of wines such as Chianti, Barolo, and Prosecco. Tours often include visits to picturesque vineyards, charming villages, and historic wineries, providing an immersive journey into Italy’s winemaking traditions. This blend of culinary delight and scenic beauty makes Italy a premier destination for wine enthusiasts.

Introduction to Wine Country Tourism in Italy

Wine country tourism in Italy is an enchanting journey through picturesque landscapes, historic vineyards, and charming villages. This experience offers wine enthusiasts an opportunity to explore the diverse wine regions of Italy, each with its unique flavours, traditions, and scenery. From the rolling hills of Tuscany to the lush vineyards of Piedmont, Italy’s wine country is a must-visit for anyone passionate about wine and culture.

The Heart of Wine Country Tourism

Tuscany is the epitome of wine country tourism in Italy, known for its iconic rolling hills, cypress trees, and historic estates. The region is famous for producing world-renowned wines like Chianti, Brunello di Montalcino, and Vino Nobile di Montepulciano. Visitors can tour ancient wineries, enjoy wine tastings, and immerse themselves in the rustic beauty of Tuscan villages. Tuscany’s rich history and vibrant culture make it a top destination for wine lovers.

A Gem of Wine Country Tourism

Piedmont, located in northwest Italy, is another jewel of wine country tourism. This region is celebrated for its robust red wines, particularly Barolo and Barbaresco, made from the Nebbiolo grape. Wine enthusiasts can explore the Langhe and Monferrato areas, known for their stunning landscapes and gourmet cuisine. The truffle season, especially in Alba, adds an extra layer of allure to Piedmont’s wine country tourism experience.

The Sparkling Side of Wine Country Tourism

Veneto, in northeastern Italy, offers a different aspect of wine country tourism with its famous sparkling wine, Prosecco. The region’s vineyards stretch across the picturesque hills of Valdobbiadene and Conegliano. Visitors can tour the Prosecco Road, enjoying tastings at various wineries while taking in the scenic beauty. Veneto also boasts historic cities like Venice and Verona, making it a diverse and enriching destination for wine tourists.

The Rising Star of Wine Country Tourism

Sicily, the largest island in the Mediterranean, is an emerging star in wine country tourism. Known for its volcanic soils and unique microclimates, Sicily produces distinctive wines such as Nero d’Avola, Etna Rosso, and Marsala. Wine tours in Sicily often include visits to ancient vineyards, some dating back to Greek and Roman times. The island’s rich history, combined with its culinary delights and beautiful coastline, makes Sicily a fascinating destination for wine enthusiasts.

The Cultural Experience of Wine Country Tourism in Italy

Wine country tourism in Italy is not just about wine; it’s also a cultural journey. Each wine region offers a deep dive into Italy’s history, art, and traditions. From exploring medieval castles and Renaissance art in Tuscany to enjoying the local festivals and markets in Piedmont, wine tourists gain a richer understanding of Italian heritage. This blend of culture and wine makes Italy a unique and enriching destination.

Conclusion

Wine country tourism in Italy offers a diverse and captivating experience for wine enthusiasts. Whether it’s the rolling hills of Tuscany, the robust wines of Piedmont, the sparkling Prosecco of Veneto, or the unique flavours of Sicily, each region provides its own charm and attractions. The combination of exquisite wines, stunning landscapes, and rich cultural heritage makes Italy a premier destination for wine country tourism.

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Ultimate Guide to a Family Retreat in Wimberley, TX: Top Activities and Attractions

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Explore Natural Beauty

Wimberley is blessed with stunning natural beauty. Begin your adventure at Blue Hole Regional Park, a scenic oasis with hiking trails, swimming holes, and picnic areas. Don’t miss the breathtaking views from the summit of Old Baldy, a local landmark.

Enjoy Outdoor Adventures

Embark on an outdoor adventure with your family. Rent kayaks or canoes and paddle along the Blanco River, or try your hand at fishing. Take a hike through Jacob’s Well Natural Area and discover the beauty of Cypress Creek and the iconic Jacob’s Well, a natural spring-fed swimming hole.

Visit Wimberley Square

Explore the heart of Wimberley at Wimberley Square. This charming area is lined with unique shops, art galleries, and restaurants. Browse local handmade crafts, artwork, and souvenirs. Indulge in delicious Texan cuisine at one of the family-friendly restaurants.

Dive into Culture

Immerse yourself in Wimberley’s vibrant culture. Visit the EmilyAnn Theatre & Gardens, where you can catch a family-friendly play or stroll through the beautiful gardens. Experience the Wimberley Valley Winery and enjoy wine tastings while overlooking the vineyards.

Indulge in Local Flavors

Wimberley is a haven for food lovers. Sample mouthwatering treats at the Wimberley Pie Company or cool off with a scoop of homemade ice cream at The Wimberley Cafe. For a unique dining experience, head to the Leaning Pear, a farm-to-table restaurant with delectable dishes crafted from local ingredients.

Relax and Unwind

After a day filled with adventure, treat your family to some relaxation. Visit one of the local spas for a rejuvenating massage or indulge in a yoga session amidst nature. Alternatively, find a cozy spot by the river and enjoy a picnic while taking in the tranquil surroundings.

Attend Festivals and Events

Wimberley hosts a variety of festivals and events throughout the year. From the Wimberley Arts Fest to the Wimberley Market Days, there’s always something happening. Check the event calendar to see if any exciting celebrations align with your family retreat.

Stay in Unique Accommodations

Enhance your family retreat by staying in one of Wimberley’s unique accommodations. From charming cabins and cottages to spacious vacation homes, you’ll find the perfect lodging option to suit your family’s needs. Wake up to scenic views and enjoy quality time together in a home away from home.

Wimberley, TX, is a hidden gem that offers the perfect backdrop for a family retreat. With its natural beauty, outdoor adventures, cultural experiences, and delectable cuisine, there’s something for everyone. Start planning your family getaway to Wimberley today and create memories that will be cherished for years to come.

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Traveling is an adventure that's even better when shared with our furry companions. Taking your beloved dog on vacation can create lasting memories and strengthen your bond. But finding dog friendly travel destinations that cater to human and canine needs can be challenging. Fret not! This extensive guide'll explore many dog-friendly destinations worldwide, ensuring you and your four-legged friend have the time of your lives. So pack your bags, leash up your pup, and embark on a journey of exploration, tail wags, and unforgettable experiences! Best Dog Friendly Travel Destinations We have short-listed some of the amazing destinations to travel with your furry friend. They are listed as below : 1. California Dreamin' in Carmel-by-the-Sea, USA: Nestled along the picturesque coastline of California, Carmel-by-the-Sea is a paradise for dogs and their owners alike. The city is renowned for its dog-friendly attitude, boasting numerous pet-friendly hotels, restaurants with dog-friendly patios, and off-leash dog beaches. Your furry companion can frolic freely at Carmel Beach or explore the scenic trails at the nearby Point Lobos State Natural Reserve. Don't miss out on visiting "Doris Day's Cypress Inn," a dog-friendly hotel named after the legendary actress and animal rights activist, where pets are pampered with gourmet treats and cozy beds. 2. Embracing Nature in Lake District, United Kingdom: For nature enthusiasts and their canine pals, the Lake District in the United Kingdom is a haven of unparalleled beauty. With its tranquil lakes, rolling hills, and charming villages, this national park offers countless opportunities for scenic walks and adventures. Dogs are welcomed in many accommodation options, and there's no shortage of dog-friendly pubs where you can relax after a day of exploration. Enjoy a boat trip on Lake Windermere or hike the dog-friendly trails at Grizedale Forest for a memorable experience. 3. Island Paradise in Maui, Hawaii: If you dream of sun, surf, and sand, Maui in Hawaii is the ultimate tropical getaway for you and your pup. Many dog-friendly beaches, such as Baldwin Beach Park and Kanaha Beach Park, allow dogs to enjoy the waves and sandy shores. Treat your pet to a hike along the Waihee Ridge Trail or a stroll through the lush gardens of the Kula Botanical Garden. Don't miss out on "Kula Bistro," a pet-friendly restaurant offering delectable Hawaiian cuisine where you and your furry friend can relish the island flavors together. 4. Adventure Awaits in Banff National Park, Canada: For active outdoor enthusiasts, Banff National Park in Canada is a dream come true. This breathtaking wilderness offers pet-friendly activities, including hiking, snowshoeing, and canoeing. Take your dog on a stroll along the scenic Bow River Loop or hike the Johnston Canyon trail to witness stunning waterfalls. Many lodges and cabins in the area are dog-friendly, providing a cozy retreat after a day of outdoor fun. 5. Exploring History and Culture in Rome, Italy: For history buffs and furry companions, Rome is a captivating destination with its ancient ruins, iconic landmarks, and dog-friendly charm. Many historical sites like the Roman Forum and the Colosseum allow leashed dogs to accompany their owners. Enjoy a leisurely walk with your pup through Villa Borghese, a vast park where dogs can roam freely. Rome is also home to several dog-friendly cafes and restaurants where you can savor authentic Italian cuisine while your dog rests comfortably. 6. Coastal Beauty in Cape Town, South Africa: Cape Town is a dog-friendly gem that seamlessly blends stunning coastal landscapes with vibrant city life. Take your furry friend for a walk on the scenic Camps Bay Promenade, or let them play off-leash at the dog-friendly Sea Point Promenade. For a more adventurous outing, hike up Table Mountain, where dogs on leashes are welcome. Many cafes and eateries in Cape Town have outdoor

seating areas where dogs are allowed, so you can indulge in local delicacies without leaving your pup behind. 7. Winter Wonderland in Whistler, Canada: Whistler, Canada, is a must-visit destination if you and your dog love winter sports. During the winter season, this charming ski resort town turns into a snowy wonderland where dogs are warmly welcomed. Explore the scenic dog-friendly trails in Lost Lake Park or snowshoe along the groomed trails at Whistler Olympic Park. Many accommodation options in Whistler are pet-friendly, ensuring your dog's comfort throughout your stay. After a day of snowy adventures, cozy up with your pup by the fireplace and relish the serene winter ambiance. 8. Tropical Bliss in Bali, Indonesia: Bali's tropical beauty and warm hospitality also extend to its furry visitors. While many of Bali's beaches are not pet-friendly, there are still numerous activities you and your dog can enjoy together. Head to the lush greenery of the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary in Ubud, where your pup can encounter friendly monkeys and explore the serene temple grounds. Relax at pet-friendly cafes like the "Café Organic" in Seminyak or explore the rice terraces in Tegalalang together for a tranquil experience. 9. Coastal Adventures in Sydney, Australia: Sydney is a vibrant city that embraces dogs, making it an ideal destination for pet owners seeking a mix of city life and coastal beauty. Enjoy a walk with your dog along the iconic Bondi to Coogee Coastal Walk, offering breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean. Many beaches in Sydney have designated dog-friendly areas, including Sirius Cove and Rose Bay Beach, where your pup can dip their paws in the water. Sydney also offers various pet-friendly accommodation options, ensuring a comfortable stay for you and your furry friend. 10. Cultural Enchantment in Kyoto, Japan: Known for its rich history and traditional charm, Kyoto is a dog-friendly destination that offers a unique cultural experience for humans and their canine companions. While many historical sites have restrictions on dogs, you can still explore the city's beautiful parks and gardens together. Take your dog for a stroll through the enchanting Arashiyama Bamboo Grove or visit the peaceful Kamo River for a leisurely walk. Some pet-friendly temples and shrines, such as Tenryu-ji Temple, welcome well-behaved, leashed dogs, allowing you to experience the tranquility of these sacred places. 11. Alpine Beauty in Zermatt, Switzerland: If you and your pup are avid mountain lovers, Zermatt in Switzerland is a dream destination. Surrounded by the majestic Swiss Alps, Zermatt offers a plethora of dog-friendly hiking trails with breathtaking views. Explore the Five Lakes Walk or hike to the Gornergrat summit for an unforgettable adventure. Many hotels and chalets in Zermatt are pet-friendly, providing a cozy retreat after an exhilarating day in the mountains. 12. Serenity in Santorini, Greece: For a serene and picturesque getaway, Santorini is an excellent choice for dog-friendly travel. While dogs are not allowed on the popular Red Beach, there are still many tranquil spots where you and your pup can enjoy the island's beauty. Take a leisurely walk through the charming streets of Oia or relax at one of the dog-friendly cafes in Fira. Santorini's idyllic sunsets are best admired from pet-friendly terraces, where you and your dog can unwind after a day of exploration. 13. Unspoiled Nature in the Azores, Portugal: For those seeking unspoiled natural beauty, the Azores archipelago in Portugal is a hidden gem that warmly welcomes dogs. The islands offer a paradise for nature lovers, with scenic trails, volcanic landscapes, and stunning coastal vistas. Explore the dog-friendly trails of Sete Cidades on São Miguel Island or hike through the mystical forests of Pico Island. Many guesthouses and cottages in the Azores are pet-friendly, providing a tranquil retreat amid the island's serenity.

Conclusion: Traveling with your furry friend is an enriching experience that strengthens your bond and creates cherished memories. Whether you seek adventures in the mountains, leisure on sunny beaches, or cultural immersions in historical cities, there are countless dog-friendly destinations worldwide that cater to both human and canine needs. Remember to plan ahead and check local regulations, accommodations, and transport options to ensure a smooth and enjoyable trip with your four-legged companion. Embrace the joy of exploring the world together, savor the breathtaking views, and relish the moments of pure happiness shared with your loyal and loving travel buddy. Bon voyage and happy tails! https://petsdogworld.com/dog-friendly-travel-destinations/?feed_id=1414&_unique_id=6612f7c59227a

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Exploring the Enchanting Beauty: The Top 3 Scenic Areas in Central California Coas

Nestled between the rugged cliffs of the Pacific Ocean and the rolling hills adorned with vineyards, the Central California Coast is a haven of natural beauty that captivates the hearts of all who venture to explore it. From pristine beaches to lush landscapes, the region offers diverse scenic wonders. In this article, we will embark on a journey through the three most breathtaking areas that define the picturesque charm of the Central California Coast.

Big Sur - Where Cliffs Meet Clouds

As you drive along the iconic Highway 1, a mesmerizing world unfolds before your eyes – welcome to Big Sur, a stretch of coastline that has enchanted travelers for generations. Big Sur is a symphony of cliffs, forests, and the vastness of the Pacific Ocean, creating a timeless landscape that feels almost otherworldly.

The dramatic cliffs of Big Sur tower above the ocean offer panoramic views that will leave you breathless. McWay Falls, a waterfall cascading onto a secluded beach, is a hidden gem that adds to the enchantment. As the waves crash against the rugged rocks and the mist from the ocean kisses your face, you'll understand why Big Sur has been a muse for artists, writers, and dreamers alike.

Venture into Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park, where towering redwoods stand sentinel over the landscape. Hike through lush trails that lead to expansive vistas, providing a sense of solitude and connection with nature. Whether perched on the cliffs or exploring the mystical forests, Big Sur's allure lies in its ability to transport you to a realm where cliffs meet clouds and time stands still.

Morro Bay - A Tapestry of Nature and Harmony

Morro Bay, with its iconic Morro Rock rising majestically from the water, is a harmonious blend of coastal charm and natural beauty. This quaint seaside town is a picturesque getaway that invites visitors to unwind and bask in the serenity of its surroundings.

Morro Rock, a volcanic plug, stands sentinel at the entrance of the bay, creating a breathtaking silhouette against the changing hues of the sky during sunrise and sunset. The bay is a haven for birdwatchers, with flocks of seabirds and majestic herons making it their home. The Morro Bay State Park offers kayaking, hiking, and birding opportunities, allowing you to immerse yourself in the diverse ecosystem that defines this coastal paradise.

Stroll along the Embarcadero, where fishing boats sway gently in the harbor and seafood restaurants beckon with fresh catches. Morro Bay's charm lies in its natural beauty and the sense of tranquility that envelops the town. It's a place where time slows down, and the rhythmic sounds of the waves create a soothing melody, inviting you to revel in the tapestry of nature and harmony.

Carmel-by-the-Sea - Whimsical Elegance on the Coast

Carmel-by-the-Sea, a gem along the central coast, is a fairytale-like destination that seamlessly blends whimsical elegance with coastal allure. Known for its charming architecture, artistic spirit, and pristine beaches, Carmel is a haven for those seeking a blend of sophistication and natural beauty.

The town's unique character is evident in its cobblestone streets, storybook-style cottages, and quaint courtyards. Nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the Carmel Valley, the city offers stunning views of the rugged coastline. Carmel Beach, with its powdery white sand and cypress-dotted bluffs, is a serene escape where you can watch the sunset paint the sky in hues of pink and gold.

Explore the scenic 17-mile Drive, a winding route that hugs the coastline and offers panoramic views of the Pacific. The Lone Cypress, a windswept tree clinging to a rocky outcrop, has become an iconic symbol of resilience in the face of nature's forces. As you wander through art galleries and boutiques and enjoy the culinary delights of Carmel, you'll find that the town's whimsical elegance is not just a backdrop but an integral part of the coastal experience.

Central California Coast, with its diverse landscapes and enchanting beauty, is a destination that beckons explorers, artists, and nature enthusiasts alike. Whether you find yourself perched on the cliffs of Big Sur, embracing the tranquility of Morro Bay, or wandering through the whimsical streets of Carmel-by-the-Sea, each scenic area offers a unique tapestry of experiences that define the allure of this coastal paradise. As you venture along the winding roads and hidden trails, you'll discover that the central coast is not just a destination; it's a journey into the heart of nature's grandeur.

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Seafront Villas Italy

Italy is a vacation spot that has captivated vacationers for centuries with its wealthy historical past, beautiful landscapes, and unparalleled cuisine. For those searching for the final word Italian getaway, luxurious villas present the perfect setting to experience the beauty and culture of this exceptional country. SopranoVillas gives a meticulously curated collection of over 300 of the finest luxurious villas across Italy's most captivating destinations.

The Attract of an Italian Villa Vacation A luxurious villa rental via SopranoVillas offers numerous advantages over a standard lodge stay in Italy. Villas give you increased privateness and exclusivity, allowing you to totally relax and enjoy high quality time with family members away from different tourists. Spend your days lounging poolside in complete tranquility, dining al fresco on a scenic terrace, or wandering via lush personal gardens and olive groves accessible solely to you and your group.

SopranoVillas properties exude refined magnificence in both interior design and exterior architecture. You will discover options like vaulted ceilings, chandeliers, antique furnishings, marble accents, expansive out of doors dwelling spaces, infinity swimming pools, and spectacular views of the surrounding scenery. State-of-the-artwork amenities like totally-equipped kitchens, house theaters, billiards rooms, and WiFi will maintain you entertained in luxury. Some villas even supply companies like non-public chefs, butlers, housekeeping, and chauffeurs to deal with each element of your stay. With a SopranoVillas villa tailored to your group's measurement and pursuits, you'll be able to really customize your Italian vacation and make lasting memories amidst sublime settings.

Top Areas for SopranoVillas Luxurious Villas SopranoVillas affords beautiful villa rentals throughout Italy's most stunning and iconic regions.

Tuscany Famed for its gently rolling hills, vineyards and medieval cities, Tuscany supplies an idyllic backdrop for villa vacations. SopranoVillas properties tucked amidst olive groves and cypress bushes provide panoramic views of the quintessentially Tuscan countryside. Lounge poolside surrounded by vineyards, explore charming villages, go to historic wineries, or relax below the pergola with a glass of Chianti after a day of sightseeing. Top areas embody Chianti, Lucca, Siena, Montepulciano and Montalcino.

Amalfi Coast With its steep cliffs plunging into the ocean and pastel-hued fishing villages, the dramatically stunning Amalfi Coast is certainly one of Italy's most sought-after destinations. SopranoVillas villas perched on clifftops provide spellbinding vistas over sea, seashores and villages. Spend lazy days on the ample terraces soaking up the sunshine. Explore photogenic coastal cities like Positano, Ravello, Amalfi and Sorrento. Constitution a private boat for swimming excursions, coastal cruises or deep sea fishing.

Lake Como The picturesque shores of Lake Como have drawn aristocrats, artists and celebrities for centuries. Spend days cruising the lake on personal boats, catching the views from Bellagio's panoramic promenades, or exploring aristocratic villas. Retreat to your lake view SopranoVilla, the place majestic lake vistas unfold from each luxuriously appointed room. Some villas characteristic private docks and boats for aquatic adventures.

Umbria Dubbed the "Green Heart of Italy," Umbria enchants with rolling hills blanketed in oak, olive and cypress trees. SopranoVillas in this unspoiled region present easy accessibility to medieval Assisi, Orvieto and Perugia while providing total rest amidst Umbria's natural splendor. Lounge by your non-public pool surrounded by lush gardens, vineyards and olive groves.

Sicily The Mediterranean island of Sicily beckons with its dramatic coastlines, Mount Etna views, archaeological treasures and mouthwatering, seafood-centric cuisine. SopranoVillas in Sicily function sunny island escapes close to beaches, hilltop villages and historical Greek and Roman ruins. Loosen up poolside surrounded by vineyards, olive groves or seaside gardens perfumed with jasmine. With a Sicilian luxurious villa as your own home base, you possibly can absolutely absorb the island’s various charms.

SopranoVillas Signature Luxury Villa Options SopranoVillas affords an distinctive portfolio of luxury villas that includes sublime settings and high-notch facilities to create an unforgettable Italian escape. You'll discover villas with:

Infinity pools overlooking vineyards, olive groves, Lake Como or the sea Spacious out of doors dwelling areas perfect for al fresco dining below the stars Connoisseur kitchens Luxury Villa Sorrento outfitted with top-of-the-line home equipment superb for preparing Italian feasts Luxuriously appointed bedrooms with premium linens and spa-like bogs State-of-the-art leisure like home theaters, billiards and recreation rooms Private gardens blooming with fragrant flowers, herbs, lemon trees and olive groves Butler, chef, housekeeping, and concierge providers to cater to your each want

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Craft Your Dream Italian Escape with SopranoVillas For travelers looking for the final word Italian getaway, SopranoVillas delivers privateness, luxurious, tranquility and wonder by means of its collection of exquisite villas located in Italy's most alluring destinations. Lounge poolside amidst olive groves, feast on farm-to-table delicacies sourced from native markets, or simply loosen up, knowing every detail is handled by your villa's dedicated staff.

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Reserving Your SopranoVilla Vacation SopranoVillas luxury villa specialists are available to offer customized suggestions and assist you in planning each element of your Italian vacation, from choosing the right villa in your group to arranging extra companies, activities, excursions and more. The corporate's web site features a person-friendly searchable database of obtainable villas by destination, facilities and group size. As soon as you have discovered potential villas that match your want listing, the staff offers transparent pricing with no hidden fees. They'll reply questions that can assist you select your dream villa.

SopranoVillas luxurious villa holidays offer all of the substances for an unforgettable Italian escape. Start planning your magical Italian getaway and let SopranoVillas deal with the main points!

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The Peaches along the Georgia Golf Trail

Of the 20+ golf courses on the Georgia Golf Trail, nine of them are tucked away in nine of Georgia’s state parks.  While some of these golf courses may be off the beaten path, so to speak, they are worth making the effort to go play. “Our state park golf courses in Georgia are terrific golf destinations.  They are incredible designs which are very well maintained and fairly priced,” said Doug Hollandsworth, Founder, Georgia Golf Trail.  “The affiliation of these golf courses with amenity filled state parks makes them a perfect place to visit, especially with your families.” HIGHLAND WALK - There are many scenic selfie ‘hot spots’ at Highland Walk Golf Course (706-245-6770) at Victoria Bryant State Park in Royston.  At Highland Walk, there are many uphill and downhill tee shots.  The best photo ‘opp’ locale is the tee box of the signature hole -- the 17th. Arrowhead Pointe Golf Club overlooking Lake Russell ARROWHEAD POINTE - At the Arrowhead Pointe Golf Course (706-283-6000) in Elberton, visiting golfers will discover a 6,800-yard course situated on a peninsula within the Richard B. Russell State Park.  Arrowhead Pointe deserves to be called the ‘Crown Jewel’ of the Georgia Golf Trail.  Here, 10 of the 18 holes border Lake Richard B. Russell. THE CREEK - The Creek Golf Course (706-557-3006) at Hard Labor Creek State Park in Social Circle is a joy to play.  Here, the sternest test is the tee shot on the par-four 10th hole, formerly the opening hole, which used to be considered “the hardest first starting hole in Georgia.” BRAZELL’S CREEK - The Brazell’s Creek Golf Course (912-577-7745) at Jack Hill State Park in Reidsville is a well-designed par-71 layout.  At Brazell’s Creek, a 1,500-yard winding bridge through a canopy of trees connects the front nine with the back nine. The back nine was built on a windswept, open landscape with a links-style look.  The front nine is tree-lined, and the greens have some creative contours. THE LAKES - The Lakes Golf Course (912-285-6154) at Laura S. Walker Park in Waycross is the southernmost golf course on the Georgia Golf Trail.  It features large, undulating greens. The fairways and landing areas are defined with gentle, links-style mounds that accent the course’s three large lakes.  Loblolly pines are a common sight at the Lakes GC, which is an easy course to walk. MEADOW LINKS - The Meadow Links Golf Course (229-768-3714) opened in the George T. Bagby State Park in Fort Gaines in 1998.  Golf Digest ranked Meadow Links as “the nation’s sixth-best new affordable public course.”  Each day, when the sun sets in the west, the views resemble a picture postcard. Explore The Wonders Of Nature and experience the comfort Of Brastown Valley Resort and Spa. BRASSTOWN VALLEY RESORT & SPA - Golf at Brasstown Valley Resort & Spa (706-379-9900) is refreshing, delightful, and scenic.  The views of the surrounding mountains from the golf course are stunning.  This golf course is in terrific shape.  Afterward, get a massage at the Equani Spa, swim in the indoor pool, eat at Brassie’s Grill, spend the night at the resort, and wake up next door and do it all again!  It's a total escape! WALLACE ADAMS - Once you arrive at the Wallace Adams Golf Course (229-868-7474), located in the Little Ocmulgee State Park outside McRae, you’ll quickly see that you’ll want to play this course more than you had originally intended.  This golf course has an Augusta National Golf Club look and feel to it.  And it’s true.  The only things missing are patrons, leaderboards, and cameras from CBS.  This golf course is nicknamed ‘Little O.’  You will enjoy the chance of going low at Little O! GEORGIA VETERANS - The Georgia Veterans Memorial Golf Course (800-459-1230), located at the Lake Blackshear Resort and Golf Course near Cordele, has been labeled the “best value in the South.”  Once you walk off the 18th green, head to the Cypress Grill.  You can relive your experiences on the “best value in the South.” For more information about these golf courses in many of Georgia’s state parks, access gastateparks.org or GeorgiaGolfandTravel.com. Read the full article

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The Best Presidio Walking Trails for History Buffs

The Presidio of San Francisco is a 1,500-acre national park that offers some of the best walking trails in the Bay Area. For history buffs, it's a perfect destination to explore the rich military history of the park and learn about its cultural significance. In this article, we'll provide a guide to the best Presidio walking trails for history buffs.

Main Post Historic Trail:

The Main Post Historic Trail is a 2.4-mile loop that takes you on a tour of Presidio's most historic sites. You'll start at the Presidio Officers' Club, once the military post's social hub. From there, you'll visit the Chapel of Our Lady, the San Francisco National Cemetery, and the Fort Point National Historic Site. The trail is stroller-friendly and has plenty of interpretive signs to help you understand the history of each site.

Rob Hill Trail:

The Rob Hill Trail is a 1.7-mile loop that takes you through a forest of cypress trees and offers stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge. Along the way, you'll see Battery Mendell, which dates back to the early 1900s and was an essential part of the Presidio's coastal defense system. The trail has some uphill sections but suits history buffs who are comfortable walking on uneven terrain.

Bay Area Ridge Trail:

The Bay Area Ridge Trail is a 6-mile loop that takes you on a tour of Presidio's most iconic landmarks. Along the way, you'll see several historic military batteries that were once used to defend the bay. The trail also offers stunning views of the Pacific Ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge.

Batteries to Bluffs Trail:

The Batteries to Bluffs Trail is a challenging 3-mile round-trip hike that takes you down to the beach at Baker Beach. Along the way, you'll see several historic military batteries that were once used to defend the bay. The trail also offers breathtaking views of the Golden Gate Bridge and the Pacific Ocean.

Presidio Promenade:

The Presidio Promenade is a 2.5-mile loop that takes you on a tour of some of Presidio's most beautiful landscapes. Along the way, you'll see several historic buildings from the Presidio's military past, including the Montgomery Street Barracks and the Letterman Digital Arts Center. The trail also offers stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge throughout.

No matter which trails you choose, there are a few things to remember when hiking in the Presidio as a history buff:

Bring plenty of water and snacks. No food vendors are on the trails, so coming prepared is essential.

Dress appropriately for the weather. Even in the summer, San Francisco can be foggy and chilly, so layering is key.

Take the time to read interpretive signs and learn about the history of each site.

The Presidio offers unique opportunities for learning about military history, cultural significance, and environmental conservation.

In addition to the walking trails, the Presidio offers several cultural institutions and historical sites worth exploring for history buffs. You can visit the Presidio Officers' Club, Fort Point, or the Nike Missile Site to learn about the Presidio's rich military history.

In conclusion, the Presidio of San Francisco is a perfect destination for history buffs who want to explore the rich military history of the park and learn about its cultural significance. From the Main Post Historic Trail to the challenging Batteries to Bluffs Trail, there's a trail for every level of hiker. Be sure to bring plenty of water and snacks, dress appropriately for the weather, and take the time to learn about the history of each site. With some preparation, you can create unforgettable memories exploring the Presidio's natural beauty and cultural significance.

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City of Brooksville Recognized as Trail Town

On Friday, April 14, 2023, the Department of Environmental Protection’s Florida Greenways and Trails Council approved the City of Brooksville as one of the State’s newest Trail Towns. City of Brooksville Recognized as Trail Town The Office of Greenways and Trails (OGT), a component of the DEP's Florida State Parks system, developed the Trail Town program in 2018 to recognize communities based on accessibility, amenities, safety, and signage, and proximity to businesses. To become a Florida Trail Town, interested communities conduct a self-assessment to gauge their strengths and weaknesses in relation to nearby trails and trail users, working with OGT regional coordinators until they are deemed ready for designation by the Department. Brooksville, the County Seat of Hernando County, established in 1856, has a population of 9,500 and is located in East Central Hernando County, Florida. Brooksville is known for its rolling topography with elevations ranging from 100 ft to 180 ft. and is just forty-five miles north of Tampa and fifteen miles east of the Gulf of Mexico. Brooksville is a full-service City with a Council-Manager form of Government within 11 sq. miles with equal parts historic and scenic, Brooksville offers trails with historic sites or adventure amongst the 100-year-old brick streets and Spanish moss-draped oaks that surround the community. Listed as one of the “15 Most Picturesque Small Towns in Florida” in 2022 by Trips to Discover, the Historic Downtown of Brooksville has six residences listed on the National Registry of Historic Places as well as many other historic sites and cultural venues. It is a favorite destination for those traveling the Good Neighbor trail for both its historic charm and enriching attractions. Brooksville residents and those traveling the many trails are linked to the center of downtown, which includes many revitalized businesses and an arts district as well as numerous downtown events throughout the year. “Brooksville is known for being both historic and charming, with moss-laden oak trees, canopy roads and rolling green hills. Home to the nearby pristine spring waters of Weeki Wachee and immaculate trails in Withlacoochee State Forest, Brooksville is a lesser-traveled vacation destination.” ~ By Charity De Souza, Trips to Discover There are several day hiking and biking trails within or near the City of Brooksville, these include: Tom Varn Park, and the Disc Quarry Park and the Good Neighbor Trail with a trail head located at Russell Street Park. The Withlacoochee State Trail (Ridge Manor Trailhead) which connects to the Suncoast Trail; the 42-mile Suncoast Trail stretches from Hillsborough County through Pasco County and currently terminating in Hernando County on US Highway 98. Also nearby is the Peck Sink Preserve, Fickett Hammock Preserve, located in NW Hernando County, is a walking trail within a Hernando County Park and McKethan Lake Nature Trail (1.9-mile walking loop) is a spur trail located within the Withlacoochee State Forest. The Good Neighbor Trail, when completed, will continue eastward along the abandoned rail corridor to connect with the existing 46-mile-long Withlacoochee State Trail near the historic town site of Croom. Completion of the extended trail will link Brooksville to a private mountain bike racing facility; a 55-mile mountain bike trail, thirty-one miles of hiking trails and twenty-three miles of horse trails in the Croom Tract of the Withlacoochee State Forest; Silver Lake, Townsend Lake, and Cypress Lakes recreation areas; and the Withlacoochee River canoe trail. “I would like to thank all of the city staff and stakeholders that worked so very hard to assure that Brooksville would earn the designation of a Florida Trail Town.” Stated City Manager, Ron Snowberger. “As an incredibly significant part of the Florida Coast-to-Coast Trail, the portion that runs through the city is called the Good Neighbor Trail. This trail will bring opportunities for bicyclists and pedestrians from all over the state, including those within our community, to utilize this amenity and enjoy the many activities that our city has to offer. Increasing the exposure to visitation within the city also helps to bolster the economy and strengthen our business community. While a portion of the trail is still under construction, it will soon be completed. I encourage residents and visitors alike, to visit that trail and check out all that it has to offer and have a great time!”For more information contact the City of Brooksville Public Information Officer at 352-540-3810 or visit https://floridadep.gov/parks/ogt/content/trail-town-program. Read the full article

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Top 5 Most Beautiful Places To Visit In Kyoto, Japan

Kyoto, Japan is filled with spots that are absolutely breathtaking. If you're looking to enjoy a trip that will leave you speechless and breathless, here are some of the most beautiful places in Kyoto that you need to visit.

Central Kyoto

Central Kyoto is largely composed of ancient buildings and temples, making it an ideal destination for tourists. Some of the most popular attractions in central Kyoto are Heian-Jingū (aka Heian Shrine) and Ginkaku-ji Temple.

Heian-Jingū, also known as Heian Shrine, is a UNESCO World Heritage Site located in the heart of Kyoto. The shrine was founded by Emperor Shōmu in 794 and is dedicated to the gods of the eight directions. The shrine is said to be one of Japan's oldest religious shrines and is home to a large number of Important Cultural Properties.

Ginkaku-ji Temple, located in the Arashiyama district of central Kyoto, is one of Japan's most famous temples. The temple was built by Emperor Kammu in 836 and features a number of notable gardens, including the Cypress Garden and the Night Rainbow Garden. Ginkaku-ji also houses some of Japan's most renowned Buddhist artworks, including the Five Treasures (Kongōgon).

Arashiyama

Arashiyama is a popular tourist destination in Kyoto, Japan. It is home to the famous bamboo forest and arashiyama zoo. The area has a number of temples and shrines that are popular tourist destinations as well.

Kinkakuji

Located in the eastern part of Kyoto, Kinkakuji is one of the most well-known Buddhist temples in Japan. It was built in 1397 and is said to be one of the most beautiful temples in Kyoto. The temple is known for its exquisite wood carving and lattice work which are a sight to behold. The temple also houses a 17 meter high gold statue of Kannon, the goddess of mercy. Tours of the temple are available daily from 9am to 4pm.

Gion

Kyoto is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Japan. It's a city that blends history, culture and modern life together. It has many attractions to offer tourists, including its beautiful gardens and temples. Here are five of the best places to visit in Kyoto:

1) Gion district

Gion is the heart of Kyoto, and it's home to some of the city's most famous attractions. The district is filled with narrow streets, ornate palaces and traditional tea houses. It's also a great place to explore for those who want to see a bit of everything.

2) Arashiyama

Arashiyama is located just outside of Kyoto, and it's well worth a visit if you're looking for some stunning mountain scenery. The area is known for its bamboo forests, waterfalls and Buddhist temples.

3) Nijo Castle

Nijo Castle was once the home of Japan's Imperial Family. Today, it's one of the country's most important tourist destinations, and it offers visitors a unique perspective on Japanese history.

4) Kinkakuji Temple (Golden Pavilion)

Kinkakuji Temple is one of Japan's most iconic landmarks and it features some of the country's finest goldwork. The temple was built in 1397 by Emperor Go-Daigo and it remains one of Kyoto's top tourist attractions today.

Eastern Kyoto

Eastern Kyoto is the area east of the Higashiyama and north of the Kaede hills, which are known for their cherry blossom trees. This region has a lot to offer visitors, from the beautiful temples and gardens to some of Japan's best seafood restaurants. Here are five of the most beautiful places to visit in Eastern Kyoto:

1. Kasuga Shrine - Kasuga Shrine is one of Japan's most famous Shinto shrines, and it's easy to see why. The shrine is surrounded by a beautiful garden filled with hundreds of cherry blossom trees. The shrine itself is home to many important Buddhist statues and paintings, as well as a large kami (Shinto god) statue.

2. Ginkakuji Temple - Ginkakuji Temple was built in 1393 by Emperor Go-Daigo, who wanted a place where he could meditate undisturbed. Today, the temple is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of Japan's most popular tourist destinations. The temple buildings are covered in over 1,000 gold seals, making it one of Japan's richest temples.

3. Fushimi Inari Taisha - Fushimi Inari Taisha is one of Kyoto's most popular gods temples and it has good reason for it. The temple complex houses over 2,000 statuettes dedicated to Inari, including several sacred mountains that are believed to be home to his spirit. 

Admission to the temple is free for Looking to explore Kyoto? This city is full of history, culture, and natural beauty that you won't want to miss. Want to see the best of Kyoto in one day? Check out our Kyoto tour package! It includes a morning visit to the Gion district and a afternoon wander around the ancient capital. You'll also have time for lunch in a local restaurant before returning home.

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Traveling is an adventure that's even better when shared with our furry companions. Taking your beloved dog on vacation can create lasting memories and strengthen your bond. But finding dog friendly travel destinations that cater to human and canine needs can be challenging. Fret not! This extensive guide'll explore many dog-friendly destinations worldwide, ensuring you and your four-legged friend have the time of your lives. So pack your bags, leash up your pup, and embark on a journey of exploration, tail wags, and unforgettable experiences! Best Dog Friendly Travel Destinations We have short-listed some of the amazing destinations to travel with your furry friend. They are listed as below : 1. California Dreamin' in Carmel-by-the-Sea, USA: Nestled along the picturesque coastline of California, Carmel-by-the-Sea is a paradise for dogs and their owners alike. The city is renowned for its dog-friendly attitude, boasting numerous pet-friendly hotels, restaurants with dog-friendly patios, and off-leash dog beaches. Your furry companion can frolic freely at Carmel Beach or explore the scenic trails at the nearby Point Lobos State Natural Reserve. Don't miss out on visiting "Doris Day's Cypress Inn," a dog-friendly hotel named after the legendary actress and animal rights activist, where pets are pampered with gourmet treats and cozy beds. 2. Embracing Nature in Lake District, United Kingdom: For nature enthusiasts and their canine pals, the Lake District in the United Kingdom is a haven of unparalleled beauty. With its tranquil lakes, rolling hills, and charming villages, this national park offers countless opportunities for scenic walks and adventures. Dogs are welcomed in many accommodation options, and there's no shortage of dog-friendly pubs where you can relax after a day of exploration. Enjoy a boat trip on Lake Windermere or hike the dog-friendly trails at Grizedale Forest for a memorable experience. 3. Island Paradise in Maui, Hawaii: If you dream of sun, surf, and sand, Maui in Hawaii is the ultimate tropical getaway for you and your pup. Many dog-friendly beaches, such as Baldwin Beach Park and Kanaha Beach Park, allow dogs to enjoy the waves and sandy shores. Treat your pet to a hike along the Waihee Ridge Trail or a stroll through the lush gardens of the Kula Botanical Garden. Don't miss out on "Kula Bistro," a pet-friendly restaurant offering delectable Hawaiian cuisine where you and your furry friend can relish the island flavors together. 4. Adventure Awaits in Banff National Park, Canada: For active outdoor enthusiasts, Banff National Park in Canada is a dream come true. This breathtaking wilderness offers pet-friendly activities, including hiking, snowshoeing, and canoeing. Take your dog on a stroll along the scenic Bow River Loop or hike the Johnston Canyon trail to witness stunning waterfalls. Many lodges and cabins in the area are dog-friendly, providing a cozy retreat after a day of outdoor fun. 5. Exploring History and Culture in Rome, Italy: For history buffs and furry companions, Rome is a captivating destination with its ancient ruins, iconic landmarks, and dog-friendly charm. Many historical sites like the Roman Forum and the Colosseum allow leashed dogs to accompany their owners. Enjoy a leisurely walk with your pup through Villa Borghese, a vast park where dogs can roam freely. Rome is also home to several dog-friendly cafes and restaurants where you can savor authentic Italian cuisine while your dog rests comfortably. 6. Coastal Beauty in Cape Town, South Africa: Cape Town is a dog-friendly gem that seamlessly blends stunning coastal landscapes with vibrant city life. Take your furry friend for a walk on the scenic Camps Bay Promenade, or let them play off-leash at the dog-friendly Sea Point Promenade. For a more adventurous outing, hike up Table Mountain, where dogs on leashes are welcome. Many cafes and eateries in Cape Town have outdoor

seating areas where dogs are allowed, so you can indulge in local delicacies without leaving your pup behind. 7. Winter Wonderland in Whistler, Canada: Whistler, Canada, is a must-visit destination if you and your dog love winter sports. During the winter season, this charming ski resort town turns into a snowy wonderland where dogs are warmly welcomed. Explore the scenic dog-friendly trails in Lost Lake Park or snowshoe along the groomed trails at Whistler Olympic Park. Many accommodation options in Whistler are pet-friendly, ensuring your dog's comfort throughout your stay. After a day of snowy adventures, cozy up with your pup by the fireplace and relish the serene winter ambiance. 8. Tropical Bliss in Bali, Indonesia: Bali's tropical beauty and warm hospitality also extend to its furry visitors. While many of Bali's beaches are not pet-friendly, there are still numerous activities you and your dog can enjoy together. Head to the lush greenery of the Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary in Ubud, where your pup can encounter friendly monkeys and explore the serene temple grounds. Relax at pet-friendly cafes like the "Café Organic" in Seminyak or explore the rice terraces in Tegalalang together for a tranquil experience. 9. Coastal Adventures in Sydney, Australia: Sydney is a vibrant city that embraces dogs, making it an ideal destination for pet owners seeking a mix of city life and coastal beauty. Enjoy a walk with your dog along the iconic Bondi to Coogee Coastal Walk, offering breathtaking views of the Pacific Ocean. Many beaches in Sydney have designated dog-friendly areas, including Sirius Cove and Rose Bay Beach, where your pup can dip their paws in the water. Sydney also offers various pet-friendly accommodation options, ensuring a comfortable stay for you and your furry friend. 10. Cultural Enchantment in Kyoto, Japan: Known for its rich history and traditional charm, Kyoto is a dog-friendly destination that offers a unique cultural experience for humans and their canine companions. While many historical sites have restrictions on dogs, you can still explore the city's beautiful parks and gardens together. Take your dog for a stroll through the enchanting Arashiyama Bamboo Grove or visit the peaceful Kamo River for a leisurely walk. Some pet-friendly temples and shrines, such as Tenryu-ji Temple, welcome well-behaved, leashed dogs, allowing you to experience the tranquility of these sacred places. 11. Alpine Beauty in Zermatt, Switzerland: If you and your pup are avid mountain lovers, Zermatt in Switzerland is a dream destination. Surrounded by the majestic Swiss Alps, Zermatt offers a plethora of dog-friendly hiking trails with breathtaking views. Explore the Five Lakes Walk or hike to the Gornergrat summit for an unforgettable adventure. Many hotels and chalets in Zermatt are pet-friendly, providing a cozy retreat after an exhilarating day in the mountains. 12. Serenity in Santorini, Greece: For a serene and picturesque getaway, Santorini is an excellent choice for dog-friendly travel. While dogs are not allowed on the popular Red Beach, there are still many tranquil spots where you and your pup can enjoy the island's beauty. Take a leisurely walk through the charming streets of Oia or relax at one of the dog-friendly cafes in Fira. Santorini's idyllic sunsets are best admired from pet-friendly terraces, where you and your dog can unwind after a day of exploration. 13. Unspoiled Nature in the Azores, Portugal: For those seeking unspoiled natural beauty, the Azores archipelago in Portugal is a hidden gem that warmly welcomes dogs. The islands offer a paradise for nature lovers, with scenic trails, volcanic landscapes, and stunning coastal vistas. Explore the dog-friendly trails of Sete Cidades on São Miguel Island or hike through the mystical forests of Pico Island. Many guesthouses and cottages in the Azores are pet-friendly, providing a tranquil retreat amid the island's serenity.

Conclusion: Traveling with your furry friend is an enriching experience that strengthens your bond and creates cherished memories. Whether you seek adventures in the mountains, leisure on sunny beaches, or cultural immersions in historical cities, there are countless dog-friendly destinations worldwide that cater to both human and canine needs. Remember to plan ahead and check local regulations, accommodations, and transport options to ensure a smooth and enjoyable trip with your four-legged companion. Embrace the joy of exploring the world together, savor the breathtaking views, and relish the moments of pure happiness shared with your loyal and loving travel buddy. Bon voyage and happy tails! https://petsdogworld.com/dog-friendly-travel-destinations/?feed_id=1061&_unique_id=656e80b97410d

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Uncertain: That’s no deer my wife whispered…

As I listened intently peering off into the dark forest I told my wife, “It’s out there, it hasn’t left” She and the kids got up as we heard a twig snap. “Get the kids and get in the cabin”, I quietly whispered as I grabbed the shotgun from the trunk. I knew it was watching us, in the dark, maybe just as scared as I was – or maybe not.

Our family loves to travel and the more unusual the place the better. We love cabins and nature and beautiful back roads, lakes and forest. It was a cool crisp morning and we were loading up the car for another adventure. Don’t forget to put on some deodorant my wife reminds me, my daughter had complained that Papa David was kinda stinky. Which is true, I am a stinky smelly man and unfortunately for her she sits behind me in the backseat when we travel. “I will smell like roses”, I replied as I loaded the cooler of snacks with an assortment of drinks careful to put it equally in reach of all family members.

I was rummaging around in the garage trying to find all the items I had put on my trip list. The smell of moldy tarps, dust and an old bike tube hanging off a rack as I shuffled things back and forth. “I really need to organize this better” I thought to myself. Finally laying on the garage floor before me were, flashlights, medical kits, an assortment of fire starters, lanterns, two way radios, and an old box of shotgun shells that I had brought out from the house. I did a quick review of the list I had made the night before and checked off all the items but one. The shotgun. I didn’t like leaving anything like that just laying around.

The kids packed their backpacks with who knows what, some Go Fish and Old Maid card games were stuffed in the side pockets and the iPad’s fully charged for those moments where my wife and I would like to have a conversation without interruption. You parents know what I mean.

“What about Stella?” the kids asked. I had made sure to find lodgings that allowed pets so I said she is going with us. Stella had been sitting on her carpet anxiously watching us pack the car and, as if to know what I had said, began wagging her tail gleefully running back and forth to the door.

All packed up, everyone in the car, doors checked, thermo nuclear alarm system set, we began to back out of the driveway. “Oh wait!” I forgot something. Everyone letting out a sigh. Just like my parents when we would leave for our trans America trips, my dad would pull in and out of the driveway six times before we could finally depart. Turning off the alarm and unlocking all the doors I retrieved a large shotgun from the safe and walked back to the car checking it before placing it carefully in the trunk.

Off we go! And the kids yelled yay! immediately asking for their iPads. Our destination this time is a little town on the Caddo Lake called Uncertain. But we were in no hurry to get there as plenty of back wood roads were ahead of us.

Leaving the Dallas city limits always brings a sigh of relief, like escaping some kind of urban restraints. There is a Buccee’s ahead but I turn the car onto highway 80 heading through Terrell and then after a quick driving tour of a few historical neighborhoods we are headed out into the countryside.

“Look a tank!” the kids yelled. Small towns often have war relics as a showpiece for their local VFW’s (Veteran’s of Foreign Wars) which are like a club house for military service men and women to get together and have a drink, socialize or even hold events such as weddings or parties. We pulled into the parking lot and the kids ran toward the tank and a large caliber cannon. “Watch for snakes!” was the usual call out we made but it was cold enough that there were probably none around.

I hobbled over to the edge of a tank putting my hand on the corner to hold myself up. A car wreck and later a fall off an H post on our ranch years ago had left my back in a mess and driving takes its toll if I don’t stop and move around. As I stood there the kids climbed all over the tank turret and I could smell engine grease that must have been in this machine since WW2. Our mini-dachshund bounced over the grass fighting the leash my wife held tightly. An elderly couple emerged from one of the doors in the VFW and waved. I could see USS something written on the old man’s hat with a silhouette of a battleship. He reminded me of my grandfather who fought in the war. His white wavy hair, reading a newspaper. As a child I would sneak up and thump it and he would pretend to get up for a chase. After a brief break we yelled for the kids to get down and dust off as we all piled back in the car and headed on down the road.

My favorite thing to do is put in a destination on Google Maps and then pick all the different routes that will prevent me from merging onto a highway because highways are the enemy when it comes to adventure. You miss so much when you fly down a road at 70 plus mph. The orange, yellow and red leaves become a blur, the smell of the sweet pine needle lost in the soot of the diesel trucks. Give me the backroads, the curve of her body, the gentle sway of her hair. The dips, the hills, the smooth mirror like surface of the lake meeting the sky. Lazy fishing boats, their lines cast toward the setting sun.

It’s getting dark now as we roll into Jefferson, the sun’s rays beam through the magnolia trees and New Orleans styled patios. Porch lights dot the neighborhoods and a train can be heard rumbling on the tracks just outside of town, as we catch glimpses of the red blinking of the sentries through the dirty glass windows of vacant row houses.

For those of you unfamiliar with Jefferson. It is a unique Texas, town sitting in the shadow of Caddo Lake it was once a Texas port for steamboats arriving by way of the Mississippi and Red Rivers. The town is steeped in New Orleans styled architecture. Many goods and services were brought by paddleboat to the town from the coastal city and as with many towns of those times they had stories of hauntings. In fact Jefferson is home to one of the most haunted hotels in America, the towns namesake, The Jefferson Hotel. You can imagine the gas lamps flickering as a ghostly figure stands in the doorway. There is an old train car permanently stationed across the street and we release the kids to stretch their legs as we take a peak at the old hotel and adjacent coach car.

No offense to the paranormal enthusiasts but I have never been much of a believer in the other worldly but I do try to keep an open mind. Nevertheless, the whole town had a kind of creepy vibe at this time of day and there was this almost damp deathly smell as a light mist encroached on the lattice worked streets from the nearby swamps.

It was at this moment that I heard something. It was distant, like a low howl almost just outside of human hearing. I can’t quite explain it but though barely discernable it was not of the norm I would expect from the usual town and surrounding forest noises, but it demanded to be noticed if only subconsciously. “Did you hear that?” I asked my wife “Hear what?” she replied and I as quickly dismissed it to have been just some slight synaptic misunderstanding.

We drove around town for another half hour looking at all the beautiful old homes, brick streets and the docking area where paddleboats once delivered handlebar mustached men and parasol carrying ladies to horse drawn carriages idly standing by while French perfume fragrances purchased in the Big Easy filled the air.

Leaving Jefferson, Polk Street took us through the Big Cypress Bayou. Our surroundings were changing, Spanish moss was hanging from the trees now and I knew our cabin was not much farther away. We decided to take a slight detour and drive through Caddo Lake State Park. We giggled at the sign, Learn How to Survive Like a Sasquatch. And we noted all the wildlife, deer, birds and though we probably would not see any, alligator that live in this eco-system we had arrived to. The road then became darker, swamp waters came right up to the edge on both sides, the lake was up and we had entered a watery world that was quite foreign to us. In fact, we heard that the town was called Uncertain because when the lake floods no one is certain the town is still there.

It is small and looks like something out of a Stephen King novel. There is a short main street with a sundry of cabins anywhere from a mere shack to homes on stilts. There it is! Caddo Lake Cabins, just on the corner of Bois D Arc and Cypress Drive. There were two cabins side by side and ours was the larger with a screened in porch with the back of it to the forest and swamps. A stone throw away was Taylor Island which you would never know it was an island since the road extended to a dead end there. Fishing camps lined the edge and the smell of fish and beer filled the air.

“There’s a golf cart!”, the kids yelled. “Can we drive it!” Not tonight, it’s too dark and we need to get everything inside.

What we didn’t know is how ready we would be to leave…

The cabin was beautiful! It was very clean and had everything we needed. The screened porch overlooking the forest was a favorite for our dog Stella who incessantly sniffed the air. The cabin had a fresh cut wood and coffee smell to it as my wife opened the bag of black coffee grounds left by the owners for us to enjoy during our morning cup of joe. Outside we could hear owls hooting to one another and frogs serenading the cool crisp night as we brought in all our items for the stay. Blankies, stuffed animals, backpacks spilling open onto the bed as our kids claimed their living quarters. We couldn’t believe we had found such a wonderful place for such a reasonable price.

After unloading our gear and goodies we took a quick drive around town. It was eerily quiet, “They roll up the carpet early around these parts”, I said aloud. We could see yellow bulbs glowing behind closed curtains in the small cabins and homes up and down Cypress Drive, the main street of town. We caught glimpses of the moonlight reflecting off the bayou just beyond the cottages at the waters edge. “I hear they filmed parts of Universal Soldier and some swamp monster movie near here”, I said as the occupants of the car peered out the window. A few bumps in the road and we stopped short of a boat ramp leading into the lake. We sat there for a moment, next to us was a covered marina with little Jon Boats bobbing up and down, we could hear a dog barking off in the distance. “Well that’s it for this town”, I said. “Let’s head back and get some rest so we can get an early start tomorrow.” We had plans for the next day to drive into Louisiana and see where Bonnie and Clyde met their end at the hands of Frank Hamer and local law enforcement and to possibly explore a very unusual area that I had found while researching our trip on Google Maps.

My wife and I laid in bed, it was close to 11pm and after talking about the trip and our plans for the next day we began to drift off to sleep. Suddenly the night was split open as an extremely loud air horn blasted. “What the Hell is that!” I jumped up out of bed and ran to the window. It sounded as if a train might drive right through the cabin! Looking out the window I could only see night. There were no headlights, no trains or trucks – nothing. Just the echo of the loud piercing horn fading into the forest. My wife walking back to bed after checking on the kids asked, “What do you think that was all about?” “I don’t know but I didn’t see any train tracks that close to us.” “It was almost like it was to scare something away or sounded as a warning.” The odd thing was no one was coming out of their dwellings to check out the mysterious sound. It was accepted as a normal occurrence it seemed. It set me on edge but I finally fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning we opened the bag of coffee grounds and my wife walked out onto the porch handing me a fresh mug with steam rising from it. I never really liked coffee until I married my wife and now it is so nice when we can just sit and talk between sips of the black stuff. The kids were still asleep and Stella sniffed around the edges of the porch. “Something must have come close last night, she seems really curious”, my wife pointed out. Stella was really picking up on a scent near the screen door. “Maybe she needs a restroom break” as my wife went off to retrieve the harness and leash.

Stella pulled hard at the leash. She is never like this, usually just sniffing and stopping and then sniffing some more before finally answering to the call of nature but this time she strained at the end of the leash. My wife looked back at me as Stella pulled her across the lawn toward the woods behind the cabin. She is onto something. Maybe a deer? She growled but then after a moment retreated back to the cabin managing a tinkle on the way. We didn’t think much of it and knew that being surrounded by nature and forest there was bound to be some curious creatures lurking about.

After breakfast we all jumped in the car and headed out. Fishermen were already making their way into the bayou, wisps of smoke from their engines lazily floating across the water. There was a slight mist to the morning air and everything was damp from the night fog that the sun now began to burn through. The smell of eggs and bacon filled our noses as the town began its slow start to the day. After a bumpy drive through town, we turned onto a smooth black top road heading toward Louisiana. Shortly down the road we arrived to a small town named Karnack, it looked very run down but “This is where Lady Bird Johnson grew up” I exclaimed, no one in the car knew who that was so I explained that she was the First Lady and wife of President Lyndon B. Johnson. She is responsible for the beautification of our Texas Highways and for the seeding of the wildflowers and bluebonnets we see along the roadsides in the Spring. Her husband, LBJ, is responsible for The Grasslands we enjoy having our campfires at, not far from our hometown of Denton.

The air had an acrid smell to it and we could see large gates that led into the vast forested area I had seen on Google Maps. It looked like there had been a large town there once with roads crisscrossing one another in an organized grid with streets called 4th Street, Avenue C, 59th and Starr Ranch Road. Structures could still be seen peeking out behind the forest.

“Hey guys!” that is where we will explore later if we have time on our way back. We were very excited and off we went!

It didn’t seem long before we pulled under the overhang of the Horseshoe Casino. My wife and son walked in just to take a look while my daughter stayed behind with me. From the car I could see the beautiful chandelier that hung over the lobby. Many times, I had walked underneath it with my dad as we arrived for games of Black Jack while sitting on the banks of The Red River in Bossier City. There is some obscure law that I still don’t quite understand, where as long as the casino is on or over the Red River it is allowed to operate. The hotel, restaurants and parking areas can be on land but the games of chance themselves had to be over the rivers muddy red water. This is accomplished by river boat or barge permanently docked and anchored with vast poles that allow the casino to move up or down depending on the rivers height and water flow.

Shreveport was on the West side of the river and Bossier City on the East side. I had to laugh when I saw a Pipes Emporium on “Stoner” Avenue. Though I do not partake in the herbage myself I have been in my share of head shops, they sell the best incense, and the irony was not lost on me by the name of the street. By the way they don’t like it when you ask for a bong, they want you to call it by its legal name, a water pipe. Though they are technically the same thing and no difference to those visiting Pipes Emporium on Stoner for all their smoke shop needs.

Barksdale Air Force Base was to our left now and we could see war planes sitting idly on the tarmac. We headed back into the forested roads of Louisiana. An hour later and a vacant road would find us in front of one of America’s most notorious landmarks. The location where the famous outlaw couple, Bonnie & Clyde, were dispatched. One could almost smell the gun powder as Frank Hamer and his posse laid in wait raining down a wall of bullets onto the unsuspecting duo. An informant had tipped off Frank and his group of law men that they would be travelling on that road and a trap was set. The friend turned snitch pretended to be broken down on the side of the road and as Bonnie and Clyde slowed their car to assist, they were gunned down leaving their car peppered with holes and their limp bodies slumped in the car.

There are several cars claiming to be the famous death wagon. One is at Whiskey Pete’s Hotel and Casino in Primm, Nevada and another, not far from Dallas, owned by a little known body shop in Gunter, Texas. My son and I have seen it and it looks as real as any car shot full of holes would look sans the blood and other gore.

After finishing our visit to the markers that commemorated the death of the outlaws while praising the men who made it happen, we turned back out onto the road. A rusty colored pickup whizzed by startling me as I had grown accustomed to the lack of vehicular traffic in this area of backwoods LA. With the tires throwing some gravel behind us we were back on the blacktop making a circle around to the highway that would take us toward our temporary home back in the town of Uncertain but not before at least one last adventure to end the day with…

We passed through the gates, they weren’t like the gates at the State Parks we were accustomed to visiting. These looked a bit more foreboding. A small building was on our right that I imagine served as a visitor’s center. There was not a soul around. The town of Karnack was just behind us as we drove on down the road. I could hear the tires passing through bits of loose asphalt. The whole place seemed to be a maze of roads separated by tall pine trees. Here and there we could catch a glimpse of concrete structures long fallen out of use. It gave me an uneasy feeling like we were not supposed to be there. But what was eerie was that it was so quiet. I heard few if any birds. No other persons or wildlife was in the park. The streets were named as if it were a bustling downtown metropolis but nothing much was to be seen except for the stately conifers that surrounded us. It reminded me of that scene out of The Shining where the boy is being chased through a labyrinth. Except there was no snow and no deranged lunatic chasing us, at least none that we saw.

Driving on we were amazed at how large this place was, it was more than a Nature Preserve and we would run into road after road that would have barriers or warning signs that the road was off limits. We finally found the Starr Ranch Road that led us to the edge of Rag Island and a lonely boat launch. Here there was another structure, more welcoming. It looked like something that might be used for family gatherings and was screened in to protect guests from the swarms of mosquitoes that I am sure inhabited these areas in the summertime. We jumped out and the kids threw rocks into the water nearby. The Cypress Trees were beautiful, one of my favorite trees. My wife found an internet connection and we looked up the area that we were in. It was the Caddo Lake National Wildlife Refuge. Once home to the Longhorn Army Ammunition Plant. That explains all those little buildings. It was part of an 8,493 acre facility that once produced dynamite, 393,000,000 pounds of it during World War II. It was also a super fund site for all the chemicals that were still present in the soil. “Uh, kids put down those rocks and don’t stir up the dust” I quickly told them. Lead and mercury was still being found in some of the areas and a large compound fence ran along the perimeter of the entire plant. It was sprawling to say the least and with good reason, two in fact. One to help prevent an enemy bombing run from destroying the entire operation and to prevent an errant accident from killing everyone in sight. A rail system helped connect the different parts of the plant delivering the product as it was developed to other areas for assembly. Things like this fascinate me. It is a dark part of history, the entire location was set aside for one purpose and one purpose only, to kill as many people as possible and at that time to kill Nazi Germans. But National Wildlife Refuge makes it sound much more appealing for today’s visitors, just don’t drink the water – or play in the sand or expect to see much wildlife.

It took a while to get back to the main road. The GPS was on the blink because we were pretty remote but after a few wrong turns we made a right and we were headed back out the gates, which made much more sense now.

Everyone’s stomach was beginning to grumble, and it wasn’t long before we arrived back in Uncertain. My wife asked what we should do for dinner and I told her that I had heard of a good fish place that wasn’t too far from the cabin. I could really use a Fried Shrimp Po Boy right now and the kids really wanted some Calamari, if it were available. It was evening and it would be dark soon. A few people were stirring about while we drove back through town but things looked like they were beginning to button up. “Can I go with you Papa David?” my daughter asked. I said sure. My wife and son decided that they would stay behind and get a fire going in the fire ring just outside the cabin. So I left them the axe as my daughter and I jumped in the car.

We arrived at The RiverBend Restaurant which was up on stilts and I slowly climbed the stairs as my daughter ran up the ramp ahead of me. The drive had done a number on my back and I was paying for it now. Holding the door for me I gave my girl a hug and told her to, “stay close”. We ordered take out and it wasn’t long before two bags of great smelling seafood were sitting on the counter for the taking. It was hard not to help ourselves to the appetizers but out of politeness, on my daughters’ part, we managed to get back to the cabin only eating a few fries.

Pulling up into the gravel drive we opened the car doors to the sweet smell of pine wood smoke. The sun was going down quickly behind the swampy forest and rays of light were playfully dancing between the trees. My wife took the food inside for plating as I sat down next to the warm fire. “Did you start this?” I asked my son. “Yes and I cut most of the wood too!” My wife soon came out with all the food and handed each of us a plate. I stuck a hush puppie in one of the small tubs of butter and swirled it around, the pickled tomatoes were next in line for a tasting. Finally finishing the Po Boy and everyone filled on some of the best calamari we have had, either because it was really that good or we were just that hungry.

Filled and happy we sat listening to the fire crackle with pops here and there as the small pockets of resin would catch to the fire. Stella was in my arms and quite content as she had sneaked a few pieces of scraps from the meal.

Then it happened.

Stella’s hair bristled and stood straight up on the back of her neck. She had this low treacherous growl that I had never heard her make before. I quickly held her tight as not to allow her to launch herself into the inky night. She was staring down the road toward Taylor Island. Something was moving slowly off to the left of the road. I could just barely see a dark figure. I thought it might be a fisherman or someone who had a few drinks but the left of the road was swamp, so it didn’t make much sense why someone would be walking through the muck. I could barely make out the silhouette but could see it was larger than your normal average man. It was gone in an instant, disappearing into the darkness.

“Shhhhh…” “Listen” my wife quietly spoke.

Not less that 50 feet from us was the edge of the woods. The closest trees illuminated by the orange flames of our fire. I could hear it. “What is it?”, my wife asked in a voice so quiet I could barely hear her question. We both knew this was not a typical woodland creature or bunny rabbit. It sounded huge! And this was not a forest that one could easily navigate. It was filled with briars, an old barbed wire fence, swamps and decaying logs laying all around ready to trip the ill prepared.

“It’s, its… yes. It’s definitely on two feet” my wife said. We both tried to imagine the size and dimensions of this unwelcome visitor that was coming way to close for our comfort. “Are you sure?” Could it be a deer, I quietly mouthed as both our children, our dog and each of us squinting our eyes as if that could give us super human vision. My son was mid swing with the axe frozen in his stance. “Put the axe down behind the tree” I told him. I didn’t want a mishap. He laid it down out of the way and moved over toward his sister and momma. It had stopped for a moment but now to my horror it was closer, we could hear it walking through a small creek not that far off into the woods. It stopped just short of walking into our field of vision. We sat there for what felt like an eternity not quite certain what to do.

That’s no deer my wife whisperered…

As I listened intently peering off into the dark forest I told my wife, “It’s out there, it hasn’t left” She and the kids got up as we heard a twig snap. “Get the kids and get in the cabin”, I quietly whispered as I grabbed the shotgun from the trunk.

“Lock the door” I quietly shouted as I raised the butt of the gun up to my shoulder. I positioned myself just beyond the fire leaning up against the back of a tree. “Who’s out there?”, I shouted. “Who are you and what do you want?” I spoke as the frost of my breath spilled out onto the night.

Silence… we stood there for maybe 10 or 15 minutes. I listened straining to hear anything, breathing, footsteps, a voice, even a heart beating but the only one I could hear was mine.

Oh my God. It sounded like a thousand trumpeters accompanied by a chorus of a thousand more angry elephants. But it wasn’t coming from in front of me. It was coming from beyond where our dog Stella had first been ready to attack. A twig snapped and then the large beast ran through the woods at a speed so fast it was inhuman, I am not saying that it seemed inhuman – I am telling you it was not human. And it was not like anything else I had ever heard. Running full sprint it ran toward the sound, splashing through the swamp. PEOPLE CANNOT POSSIBLY RUN THIS WAY! I thought to myself. I followed it with my gun, my finger feathering the trigger. I hurt, I hurt all over. The blood was ripping through my veins at lightning speed. I knew whatever this thing was if it were to get to me it was big enough to rip me to pieces and the only thing between me and it was a shotgun slug and my poor aim.

But then it was gone. I could hear it splashing off through the swamps until it was no more.

I threw open the door, my eyes wide, letting out a few expletives that I had to explain to our children not to repeat.

“Did you see it, did you SEE it!!!” my wife exclaimed. “No but I heard it” we all did. And then came the realization.

“Honey – there is only one way out for those things”, I said. “The direction they headed - it’s a dead end.”

A bead of sweat began to slide down the ice-cold beer glass I had sitting in front of me. My friend by the same name placed it there enticing me to continue with my story. David was an old friend I had recently reconnected with. We met when I first started riding motorcycles years back. He has a quick smile with a thin but muscular frame and the kind of rugged weathered look of a man who had done real work and become wise during hard times. I would often drop by his house and watch him tinker with different motorcycle parts on his work bench in the evenings.

David now leaned back in his chair, one hand casually on the arm of a steel wire patio chair while taking a sip of beer with the other. He and I both had given up sport bikes but found we shared an enjoyment in kayaking. He was an avid fisherman and a relatively new but informed convert to the world of cryptozoology due to more than one experience that he had in the North Texas area. One of the events not far from where we sat now.

“So then what happened?” David said with a spark of interest in his eye…

Well we wanted to leave, I will tell you that! My wife said load the car but I said “Hell no! I’m not going back out there with those things running about.” I believe I had a convincing argument that we were better inside with a gun than running back and forth to the car in the dark. But I still wasn’t sure what it was. I was still in the mindset that it might be a common animal to the area, possibly a black bear? I had heard that there had been a bear sighting north of the area but much farther north than would allow for the excuse of a chance encounter. I grabbed my phone, connected to the WiFi and started searching Google for bear sightings in the area. As I scrolled through the listings the word Sasquatch caught my eye. I found nothing that convinced me that there were bears near us but finding an article of two young ladies sighting a beast run in front of their car headlights caused me to let out an audible gasp. “What, what did you find?” my wife asked. I looked at the location of the sighting and then pulled up Google Maps. “Oh Holy Hell!” I blurted out. My wife was becoming a little annoyed now. “What did you find!” – There have been apparently Big Foot sightings less than a quarter mile from our cabin, several of them. Also, whatever it was seemed to have an intelligence that a bear doesn’t exhibit to my knowledge. We both would normally laugh at anyone mentioning Big Foot encounters, waiving it off as a few beers too many or a highly imaginative mind. But it was looking more and more like we had just joined the Yeti Club ourselves. But why were they behind our cabin we wondered. There had to be a reason they were venturing so close.

I pulled up Google Maps. I am not a hunter myself, but I understand success is greater when one knows where the animal is coming from and where it is going and finding the trail it travels. I would think even Big Foot would move with a purpose and be a creature of habit. Just up the road, between our cabin and the location where the young women had their sighting, was a trail that ended at the asphalt. Tracing it back it went deep into an old growth forest. I can understand why Sasquatch would want to avoid walking down the side of a road but why would they be cutting behind our cabin?

Just then, we could see some lights from a car moving slowly down the road. It pulled off to the side, and as if it sighted something, sped off and left town! “Well that’s not good.” I said aloud. “They are making their way through the woods back to the trail” I guessed. Looking at Taylor Island it suddenly became clear to me. “Honey, I got it!” “They were going out for dinner” Look here… There were a row of cabins dotting the shore along the bayou, all of them fishing cabins. And what do fisherman do at the end of the day? Clean the fish and throw the scraps in the garbage. Our furry friends were cutting behind our cabins hoping to quietly make their way to their meals, undetected through the woods and swamp. The smell of our fish dinner earlier may have given one of them pause to investigate. The other calling out when their dinner date fell behind. “I wonder if there is a dating app for Yeti’s”, we laughed.

But it was still a reach. I am a skeptic and a person of science. I must see it to believe it and so far, I really had not seen anything. I had a hypothesis but no hard evidence, as is the case with many of these encounters.

David was now leaning in closer. A slightly buzzed college girl bumped our table as she and her friends passed by. The beers sloshed and she put her hand on David apologizing “I am soooo sorry”. We smiled, we were two older guys hanging out at a college bar, mainly because the beer was cheap but David had become a favorite of the establishment. The bartenders knew his drink, girls and guys would walk over and say hello and introduce their friends saying, “This is David” as if he was the Godfather of Fry Street. I was amongst royalty, I laughed. But he does have this charm about him that makes you feel, important and it seemed we had much in common besides just our name.

That night would be our last night in Uncertain, my wife and I laid with one eye open. The kids were tucked away and sleeping soundly but I kept the gun close and double checked all the window and door locks, as if a Yeti is going to bother with a doorknob or window latch. The names are interchangeable, Sasquatch, Yeti, Big Foot, Big Fluffy Fur Ball. One in the same to me. I would call it a friend if it shared its beer. But it appeared that they really didn’t want anything more to do with us than we did with them. They moved quietly through the forest, even in the moonlight they were still too camouflaged to be seen. Anything moving through those woods would have to have thick fur or hair and as it was, we could only see a few feet into the abyss. Miles and miles of forest and swamp only interrupted by an occasional thin dark ribbon of road. I wanted to see them, I wanted to know if they were real but did I really? It would possibly drive me mad.

Looking at David he asked, “So do you believe?” “Well”, I said “I am still a little skeptical but I am more of a believer now than I was before” He looked at me excitedly as if he wanted to tell me something that had been on his chest. “I don’t tell too many people this anymore but…” David leaned back in his chair, took a drink of his beer and his expression changed to one of seriousness as he said, “I had an experience myself not far from here, where Clear Creek meets the Trinity River on the edge of town”

David and I met years ago when I first started riding sport bikes. I had started on a small Ninja 250 and on my first evening in the parking lot of Mack Park Apartments had thrown the bike in the air by popping the clutch too soon. I held on for dear life and rode that bike like it was a bucking bronco. It was three days before I worked up enough courage to get back on it. Then one evening I managed to drive it to Fry Street. I pulled up in front of a local bar and grill called Cool Beans. David was there and asked me how I liked the bike, possibly sensing that I was still a greenhorn and having chicken strips on my tires, a sport bike term meaning that I had not leaned enough into turns to scuff the sides. Some seasoned riders would not even ride with you if you had chicken strips because you were likely to panic and cause an accident. But David is one of the coolest, most laid-back guys I know and always willing to help someone out.

After a burger and finishing off his drink David said, “Come on – Let’s go, I am going to teach you a few things” We jumped on our bikes and I followed him to a parking lot on the north edge of town called Stonehill Center. I followed him around the parking lot and imitated his moves. Cutting too sharp would cause me almost to fall and I soon learned by giving it a little more gas and leaning into the turn I had much more control of the bike. David slowed his bike and I pulled up beside him, his bike sounded like a beast and he now yelled over it saying, “I think you are ready for something a little more fun!” I followed him out of the parking lot and turned to the right. We then launched into what he called the twisties. The sharp turns that go up and over and then down and around the 288 overpass at I35. He would be two twisties ahead of me and have to slow his ride for me to catch up but I was getting the hang of it. I learned the art of counter steering and leaning low while giving the bike more gas so that it would do all the work while navigating the turns with more speed.

David now leaned toward me, the beer nearly knocking over as he grabbed it with an almost unnatural speed. “Listen, people don’t take me that seriously when I tell them about my encounter, but you seem to understand better than most” David said, now with a slightly wilder look in his eyes. He went on to tell me his story. He had been scoping out a fishing spot not far from the Clear Creek Natural Heritage Center just outside of Denton. It had rained the night before, a light cloud of fog still hung over the valley as he trudged through the mud with his fishing gear in tow. Then he noticed something strange, footprints. These were larger than your average human footprint and did not have the defining indention of the arch. They were more blocked and wider, almost padded looking. Like my experience, seeing a Sasquatch was really not on his mind as he walked along with the tracks. What was curious was why would anyone be barefoot this far out in a creek that might have an errant piece of glass or sharp stone. The tracks looked fresh and then suddenly veered off to the left up an embankment and into the woods. Standing there wondering how anyone would want to venture into a remote area and barefoot off a path was beyond him. Then he realized he was not alone. A noise in the distance caught his attention. He heard a thud, then another, then a loud crack as if a large branch had been snapped in half. Whatever was in the woods with him was now striking the side of a tree with the branch obviously trying to scare him off. I asked him, “How close were you to the Trinity?” “Not far at all” he replied. “What did you do?” I excitedly said. I could see he was still somewhat shaken just discussing the event. “Well, honestly, I was terrified being alone in the woods with something that could snap large branches, I left as fast as I could!” he said nervously.

As with many encounters, it happens quickly and is an assault on the senses as you become very aware that you may be in danger. Your sight, hearing, reasoning all seems heightened but so is your fear, as adrenaline courses through your body. Psychologists call this a fight or flight response as your brain tries to figure out whether you are in immediate danger and should fight off your attacker or whether you can escape your assailant and run to safety. Police Officers know this as “adrenaline dump” that they try to fight off so that it does not impair their judgement leading to success or tragedy when dealing with dangerous situations. In this case, David made the right decision by leaving the area but, much like my own event, he had an overwhelming curiosity. We would return to look for more footprints after a rain but finding nothing but baby wild pig hoof prints, we decided the mother hog was more a threat than any Yeti. Funny how he picked me, a slow, broken backed friend over others. Maybe it is true – you don’t have to run fast just faster than the slowest guy.

I would later read about a possible sighting called the pecan creek monster that was spotted by some kids in Denton near a wooded area. It upset the town so much that they launched a search team that found nothing. There have been other events along the greenbelt near Denton where kayakers hauling their kayaks around a raft of river logs would stumble across large tracks, much like what David had described. But no story was more convincing than the one I would hear from a water treatment worker while researching Clear Creek for kayaking. And his story helps put together some of the pieces as why these things are so often encountered near bodies of water and their clever methods for obtaining a free meal.

I poured over the maps following the long slivers of silver that were the creeks and water ways of Denton County. The two kayaks hanging in our garage longed to be sitting in water. I also love taking our kids creek walking. But before touching the water I want to know where it comes from. In some cases, we have found beautiful streams of clear water to be outflows from local sewage plants. It is treated but who wants to swim, wade or kayak in that! Clear Creek is no exception.

The headwaters of Clear Creek start in Montague County not far from St, Jo Texas once called Head of Elm. There is a lot of history here. Not far away Outlaw Nancy Hill was hung on Denton Creek. Belle Starr, Sam Bass, Jesse James and The Younger Gang all roamed these hills and a town of frontier men and women were scalped alive and killed by Indians where remnants of the ghost town still stand to this day. The Chisholm and Butterfield Stagecoach Trails also crisscross in the fields now occupied by barbed wire and grazing cattle.

Now I looked for all the water crossings, bridges, natural outcroppings. I squinted to see strainers where trees had fallen across the creek becoming a hazard to the lone kayaker. Much like the author of a favorite book of mine, Goodbye to a River, I wanted to know the history of the land my river would take me through. The souls that had walked here before me that had caressed her hills and valleys and lived off her fertile soil.

In my quest to know more I spoke with Fish and Game Wardens and eventually a man who oversaw the a nearby Waste Water Treatment Plant. I had been told that there were a couple of instances where sewage had flowed into Clear Creek but that millions of dollars had been spent updating the facilities. I asked him if he was concerned at all about the water quality. He told me that he lived on Clear Creek and he fishes the creek all the time, in fact he has trotlines that he tends, and his family frequently eats the fish they catch. It was convincing but finding where the inflow was at Ranger Branch, a creek that dumped into Clear Creek, I decided that anything farther up was safe as safe can be and this is where I would find the most enjoyment in water activities free from pee water.

We were just about to hang up when I asked him, “Doesn’t Clear Creek run into the Trinity?” He replied, “Yes it does, it runs through the Nature Center and connects just on the other side, we used to fish there”. With this I could not help but to gleefully ask him, “So, have you ever experienced anything unusual there?” This question was met with a long pause from an otherwise vocal man. “What exactly do you mean by unusual?” he finally replied.

The tone of the conversation changed as he told me that he hadn’t made a lot of talk about it in a long time. “We fished that area a lot when we were younger and before the greenbelt trail was cut through for joggers and cyclists.” He went on to explain how he and two other friends had gone as far as they could by pickup bouncing over fields and through washes to where they would disembark grabbing fishing poles and a cooler to hopefully keep the catch of the night. Still rubbing their eyes from the dust, they set off toward their destination. It was there a whirlpool would form during spring floods that would carve out a large hole where many fish would congregate. This is the place my friend David had been in search of when he had his encounter.

“It was late, maybe two in the morning, maybe three…” His voice becoming more ominous. “We had a pretty good haul and were just about to call it a night when suddenly we heard a crashing noise coming through the woods on the other side of the river.” he said as I held the receiver closer to my ear and adjusted the volume to high. “It was loud and it sounded big but it wasn’t a deer or a pig, it sounded taller, like it was running full sprint -- on two feet” I was almost incredulous at how similar his description was to my families own encounter and the one that my friend David had described. “It was running straight towards us but then suddenly, as if it knew we were there, veered off to the right and went upriver.”

“What did you do?”, I excitedly asked.

“We sat there, we didn’t even talk to each other we were so quiet listening for it” “It was scary but at least it was on the other side of the river” his voice said through some slight static on the phone. “Then we heard a splash and to our terror it swam across the river and that is when we knew we were really up shit creek!” (pun intended; cause well you know)

“We were terrified, whatever it was, it made it’s way down toward us through the woods and then just stopped.” He paused for a moment as if the memory of the event was almost too much for him. Me, on the other hand, I was on pins and needles. “What then?” I asked. “It was watching us, we couldn’t see it but we knew it was just standing there in the woods and it was larger than any of us – we got the Hell out of there, we even left the cooler behind full of fish.” “Whatever that SOB thing was got a belly full that night on our dime, that’s for sure!”

“People think I am crazy when I tell this story, so I just stopped telling it” His voice, a traitor, as it gave up his shaken nerves. “They are smart, and they are out there… you just won’t see them.”

About once every week or two after the kids go to sleep and my wife settles on the couch to watch a favorite show I go for a drive. It’s 30 minutes to the bend in the road that brings me closest to where our furry friend might be. I sit quietly listening, the familiar click click click as I load my .45 Single Action Colt, setting it beside me just in case a possible encounter becomes more than a fishing trip. Greeted by fireflies and the usual chilled mist the river bottoms bring, I drive slowly to the dead end where I always wonder whose land it might be. Then on back to home… I want to believe because it is so intriguing but other than a few hogs moving close to the road to give me a quick doubletake I am left with more questions than answers. But then, as it happens with everything you search for, I saw something I can’t take back. A glimpse but it was just enough.

I was still interested in finding a location for an easy put-in for kayaking the upper Clear Creek. Pouring over online maps I realized just how few places there are to access and enjoy our waterways. Most of the creeks and rivers pass through private land. Many may be navigable legally but getting to them without trespassing is another thing. One must then find and visit the few bridges that may pass over the waterway and a lot are difficult to get a kayak to, either because they are high cliffs or covered in poison ivy, trees, thickets and briar or the access is blocked by barbed wire or no trespassing signs that are debatable since it is a roadway easement.

I found several bridges I wanted to check out and I asked my son if he wanted to go. He had been on his technology and a drive with his dad would be a good break from the screen time that had consumed all his Saturday morning. So, we jumped in the car and I punched in the coordinates on the digital map.

I had not driven these backroads before and was glad to find a new place to explore. Texas is amazing for the change of scenery that can be found with just a few turns and twists in the road. Coming over a hill we looked out over the vast rolling plains of North Texas. A slight haze was settled over the prairies and I could see for miles and miles. Traveling the one lane roads were my favorite way to get away from the hustle and bustle of town. Except for an old dusty pickup squeaking by us, we seemed to be the only ones in the area. We arrived at the first bridge and we peered over the edges looking down on the pristine waters of Clear Creek. Being native to Texas, I have become accustomed to muddy creek waters and lakes, a mystery to what laid beneath. But this creek in many areas had a white sandy bottom that helped filter the water as it ran through its valleys. Little wavy sand dune looking structures could be seen just beneath the shimmering waters and fish darted here and there somehow aware of our presence, looking for a place to hide. I was excited to see a USGS water flow measuring device, which meant I could look it up online to find the best time to kayak based on the current flow rate. But I was disheartened to see a raft of debris on either side of a steep slope which would make it difficult to traverse with a kayak. It could be done but I was looking to find that one sweet spot to easily slide my kayak in across the sands and a safe place off road to park.

After throwing a few rocks and a few yells to check for an echo, my son and I loaded back into the car driving off the blacktop onto the gravel road. Around a corner we saw an old abandoned frontier looking home that must have been there for over one hundred years. Very little was back in this area but the gravel road looked to be used by a few ranchers tending to their cattle. We were looking for the end of the road where we thought there might be access to a bend in the creek. On the map we could see the road narrow and looking overgrown but ending at the waters edge. With the gravel clicking beneath our tires and the sound of cicadas all around we could smell the creek and the vegetation in the valley. Fresh cut grass filled the air and the sound of a lawn mower could be heard just ahead. We rolled to a stop at a gate with a big red sign that said No Trespassing. To the right of us was a log home and an older man who now cut the gas to his mower as he walked our way. He had a curious look in his eye and his skin had a leathered appearance from all the sun that he had seen while bailing hay in the fields above. “What ya’ll looking for?”, he said as he spat on the ground. “Well we are just taking a country drive and trying to find an easy way to Clear Creek”, I said with a kind of questioning nod towards the gate ahead. He spat again and said that was once a way to Clear Creek but the bridge washed out many years ago and the land was now owned and private. I told him I understood but before I could say anything else, he started coming closer to the car. I could see the butt of a gun sticking out of his pocket and as I smiled I slowly and quietly placed my hand on the 10mm Springfield that was tucked away just inside my door, but my son was between us and it was not an ideal situation for a shootout if things went raw.

He put his hand on the top of the car and squatted down a little looking at me with a squint in his eye. “We don’t get many people this far back” “In fact I haven’t seen a stranger in quite a while” he said as I now imagined this was going to end somewhere between The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Deliverance. “Well God finds angels amongst the forgotten” I replied, which caught him off guard a bit. He stood up and smiled as he turned back toward his mower. Waving us off as he walked, he said something peculiar “Ya’ll be careful on that creek” and then he pulled the cord and the mower turned over on the first try. I was impressed with his stature for a man his age, obviously hard work had left him in better shape than most who retire in those golden years.

We turned the car around and went on back down the road that we came. The frontier home made sense, as it stood on land that had probably been in the old man’s family for years, possibly at or before the formation of Texas. We were now back on the black top when I noticed a small trail that I had not seen on our first passing. Just before the bridge I could see where the grass had been laid down. It was getting close to dark and the suns cap was just now resting at the edge of the fields. The cicadas had quieted, and I thought I would take one more look before we headed back home. “Stay in the car, I won’t be but just a minute” I told my son as I stepped out.

Walking up to the concrete railing I put my hand on the dusty side. The fish had not seen me this time and I could just barely make out their outlines in the water. But something felt different. There was a slight smell beyond the usual humid vegetation and earthy aromas. It didn’t quite stink but it was rather unpleasant. Suddenly the wind picked up just as it does before a front comes through. The dust from the bridge was swept into my left eye and I yelled back at my son to roll up the car windows as I poured some water from my water bottle to nurse it. Before he could get his window up we could hear a noise in the woods. It sounded like something cracking. I was thinking possibly a tree limb was about to come down from the sudden high winds. But as I wiped the water from my eyes, I could see the smaller trees that grow along the banks parting. “Papa David, what was that?” my son yelled. “Nothing son, don’t get out of the car --- stay in the car!” I looked further down the bank and could see something moving quickly through the bushes and trees, throwing them aside. It was dark now, but I thought I could see patches of brown hair but then it stopped and quickly turned. I saw an eye, just the eye through a mass of vegetation and shadows. It looked at me and for that moment, I understood. This was a creature with intelligence. It stood there and then as quickly turned away melting into the forest and then the all too familiar splashing of a creature with two feet running. The memory of our encounter at Uncertain came back to me but this time I was more curious than scared. But my son was with me and I could not take any risks. Driving slowly by the fresh trail I felt more like I had interrupted someone’s fishing rather than having an actual encounter with a terrifying beast, in fact, maybe the beast that was so terrifying was actual me.

I heard the phone vibrate on the nightstand, I grabbed it and thumbed in the pass code after the facial recognition failed, probably because it wasn’t used to my face without a beard.

It was my friend David; I had texted him and asked him how his trip to Colorado had been. He was now in town drinking with some local cowboys and I could just imagine his easy laugh as he listened to their stories and shared a few of his own. The subject would come around to fishing, which is one of the great American pass times, especially in the mountain towns. Jokingly, I wrote him “Any squatches?” and now I stared at the screen as the text popped up “Got surrounded…”

David had gone to Colorado in search of the Golden Trout but had lucked out on the six lakes he had visited. However, one of the lakes was quite remote. He had driven off-road as far as his 4x4 could take him and parked it. Then throwing his gear on his back and securing his Sig he headed out on foot toward a destination with no trail. Hiking several miles through the forest he could see through the trees, the waters of Golden Lake. After setting his gear down where he would spend the night, he decided to wet a hook as he cast his line. To David fishing is not just an excuse for a beer and a bobber but an art form. He is a true fisherman, a hunter, willing to go further to find his prey. There is something primordial about catching and eating a fish. It is what sustained the earliest humans and allowed us to travel over large distances by creeks and rivers that are the veins of this great land. A good fishing spot is coveted by the fisherman and is often a carefully guarded secret to maintain one’s connection of self with nature, absent of interruption.

Now, as David explained, in digital format, he had just gotten back to camp and started a fire when he heard a knock in the woods, the same as before during his encounter on Clear Creek. He listened, everything in the forest that far out is crisp and clear. There is no other noise pollution such as highway sounds and the constant buzz of city life. It is just you, the wind and whatever that stirs in the darkness.

He sat there crouching; his ear cocked to one side as he stoked the fire prepping for an evening’s meal. And then another one! Closer this time but too the East of camp, where the other one had been across the lake to the North. This was not just a coincidental limb falling, it was intentional. He sat motionless, alone and miles from any civilization. I asked him what he did then? He wrote back, “I was terrified!” “There was no trail to this lake, I should have known better”, he admitted. I asked him if there was any way it could have been a bear, but he said that there was a third knock to the West of camp and it appeared that they were either communicating or trying to scare him. He decided that there was nothing he could do and was resolved to make dinner, build the fire higher and keep his Sig close but out of sight. His lacking in aggressive posturing is what he believes may have saved him. “So will you go back?” I asked him. “Not alone” I took this as a possible invitation to a Sasquatch hunt to be considered for later.

Now, I sit in my car with the windows down, a thud from a small branch landing on the roof of my SUV startles me as I listen to the night sound of distant howls trumpeting. If you ask me if I believe in Sasquatch I will flash you a slight smile and tell you that I am Uncertain. But what I am certain of, is that at the end of this road that I am parked, sits one of the scariest abandoned houses I have ever seen. And that might be the making of a story for another time… [The End]

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During his many years in Los Angeles, Louis L'Amour walked the canyons, caves, deserts and mountains of Southern California soaking in the history and lore of the South West. His eye for detail and memory for terrain guided William Tell Sackett through the Mojave and into the Los Angeles Basin in the novel MOJAVE CROSSING. http://www.louislamour.com/novels/mojave.htm William Tell Sackett . . . "The railroad had come to Los Angeles with its steam cars, and looking back I could see a train standing at the depot. Main Street led from the depot through part of Sonora town where some of the poorer Mexican and Californios lived, mostly in white-washed adobe houses. The Plaza was set with cypresses; this side of it was the Pico House and the Baker Block, two of the show places of the town. Most of the streets where folks lived were lined with pepper trees, but when we got away from the irrigation ditches it was almighty dry. Because of the bad drouth the last two years, things were in poor shape. The grass was sparse, and there was little else but prickly pear. With Roderigo leading, we cut over to the brea pits road through La Nopalera-the Cactus Patch* - to a small tavern kept by a Mexican. Roderigo swung down and went inside, whilst I sat my horse outside and looked the country over. *(The area now known as Hollywood) Only the faintest breeze was stirring, and the air was warm and pleasant ... it was a lazy, easy-going sort of day when a man felt called upon to laze around and do not much of anything. Only we had something to do. West of us lay the Rancho Rodeo de las Aguas,** but looking along the edge of the mountains I saw a faint smudge of blue smoke, indicating where our destination lay. This was the adobe house of Greek George . . . the very same place where Tiburcio Vasquez had been shot and wounded as he scrambled out a window, attempting to escape. **(Now the Beverly Hills area)" In the photo, Louis L'Amour explores a cave in Soledad Canyon which had been used as a hideout by the notorious bandit Tiburcio Vasquez. #louislamour #soledadcanyon #authorresearch (at Soledad Canyon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CidtDlLvLDZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=