I haven’t posted in too long, entirely out of frustration.
On Thursday at work I was hit by the overwhelming sensation that the best of the herping season was behind me, and I had nothing to look forward to until next spring. I called Scott, didn’t get a hold of him, but when he called me back (as he was driving out for yet another night of road cruising), he assured me that the year still had enough to offer – early morning trips through the summer, evening road cruising (although I don’t quite buy that), and fall herping once the weather cools again and the critters start heading back to hibernate for the winter.
Concerned, Scott asked if it was the trip last weekend to the
That should tell you something – that Scott’s faith in the
Scott, Chris, and I had dragged ourselves out of bed at an ungodly hour and met up in
Scott had to head home early, but Chris and I kept on going. We drove around looking through good diamond back terrapin (Malaclemys terrapin) nesting habitat and saw just one – flat and dead on the road. We stopped to check out some woods and we were chased back to the car by the deer flies and mosquitoes. When we finally slammed shut the doors and thanked God that the biting hordes were on the other side of the windshield, we discovered the battalions of ticks that were mounting a helter skelter assault up our legs.
Fruit aside, I got home and felt weighed down by the futility of it all.
Jen and I did try a quick after-work trip out to
There was none of the trash we wanted (boards, discarded appliances, roofing tin) and a lot of trash we wanted nothing to do with. I guess most people in the park only head into the weeds to go to the bathroom.
We did see some turtle heads – redbelly turtles (Pseudemys rubriventris) I think – and Jen got a kick out of the ducks and rabbits.