Palo Duro Canyon – Part 1

Welcome to Michael & Karen’s autumn 2023 adventure, where there will be death defying events, beautiful scenery, and lots of love! It is, after all, our 31st anniversary!

This year we decided to travel to the panhandle of Texas to visit the Palo Duro Canyon. This had been on our bucket list for many years, going back to our days of doing our travels on a motorcycle. It may have taken us some time to get there, but we finally did.

To start off, we stayed at the Hampton Inn in Canyon Tx, which was 1) convenient to the park and 2) had a free EV charger, meaning that we could drive around all day in the park and then fully charge back up each night as part of the hotel’s amenities! I don’t expect perks like this to last forever, but for now, they are much welcomed!

We drove from our home in East Texas to Canyon on Saturday and got all checked in for the night. Sunday morning, we rose and attended worship serviced at a sister church in Amarillo, Redeemer Presbyterian Church, PCA. After a great service, we had lunch and headed out to the park to, as our tagline says, Share God’s Creation One Click at a Time!

Upon entering the park and heading to the visitor center, this was our first real view of the canyon!

View from the visitor’s center overlook

While at the entrance to the park I asked the park rangers about any easy short hikes that we might take to get acclimated to the area. They said, “Well, a ranger-led one is about to start in 10 minutes. We’ll meet you at the visitor’s center!”

Great! We’re already off to a start and will have a ranger with us to boot!

The hike, about a mile in length, started at the overlook and traveled around an area where an old CCA camp had been located back in the 1930s, building much of the infrastructure of the park. You can still see some remnants of the structures on the plateau below us.

Daily view of the CCA workers

It wasn’t very long after we started this “short, easy hike”, that any cloud cover that we had started to dissipate. That was unfortunate. We had planned on this time of year, as the first of Autumn, in hopes that the weather would have started to turn cooler. Unfortunately, this was not yet the case as the temps were creeping into the upper 90s.

Cloud cover disappearing

As we continued the hike, both of us began to feel the effects of the sun’s unblocked UV rays as well as the heat. We quickly learned that there is not much shade in this part of Texas. We are used to the large pine trees of East Texas, not the smaller mesquite trees out here. While we had taken plenty of water, we found ourselves needing to stop several times. Luckily, this was a very small hiking party with the ranger, and they did not mind the extra stops.

Natural erosion continues to play a part of the canyon’s formation

It was about this time that the ranger pointed out that we are at a higher elevation than we are used to back home as well! That is something that we had not even factored into our planning! Here at the canyon rim we were at about 3,400 feet above sea-level. Back home we are closer to 400. It may not sound like a lot, but we’re not as young as we used to be and haven’t been much above our altitude in a while, except for our sky-diving adventure we did for our birthday’s last year, but that’s a story for another time.

The sun and heat become unbearable, but the scenery is beautiful

We continued on the hike, taking several breaks whenever there was a bit of shade. This was not looking like a good beginning for our adventure! But, as they say, we carry on!

Palo Duro Canyon is the second largest canyon in the US behind the Grand Canyon

So, as it turned out, we had made a couple of errors on our first hike. 1) Not realizing that we were at a higher altitude than we are accustomed to, and 2) starting a hike at 2 in the afternoon when it was the hottest part of the day! These are two mistakes we will not be repeating! The middle of the day, the clouds dry up and the sun beats down on man and beast alike

Clouds? Shade? Where?

The ranger told us to look out for a couple of this on our hike, in hopes that we might see some of God’s creation at work. First, there is the Texas Horned Lizard, or “horny toads” as we called them growing up in Oklahoma. They are very rare, but this is one of the places where they can still be seen. The second thing was to look out for mating tarantulas! Oh joy (Karen thought). We’ll be looking out for both, along with rattlesnakes in the days to come!

Late afternoon clouds begin forming

After what seemed like forever, this “short and easy” hike was finally over. We learned some lessons that will serve us well over the next few days. This was just our introduction to the park, and the first day is not even over yet. There is still so much to see. (Death defying event #1 complete).

After this, we got in the car, cranked up the AC, and found a place where we could park and cool back down for a while. Then, we were ready to head back out for some short excursions to finish the day.

Come back later for part 2!

Michael & Karen

All word and images copyright 2003, MHampton Photography

A Trip to the Gulf – Part 1

Having had about enough of sitting home waiting for the coming apocalypse, Karen and I decided to take a weekend trip down to Port Arthur Texas and social distance at some state parks and nature reserves. We checked into our hotel on Thursday night and looked forward to getting up early and chasing the sunrise the next morning at Sea Rim state park. However, checking the web site we learned that it’s new hours of operation had it opening at 8am, a couple of hours past sunrise. Plan B: look for an open place on the beach where we could watch the sun rise.

We woke up early the next morning and made the 30-minute drive to the coast. We finally found a couple of open beach areas, but then realized that due to lack of planning on my part, the sun was rising over the land, not the water. Oh well, Karen grabbed this shot and we still enjoyed our time outside.

Photo by Karen Hampton

After the sunrise, we cruised the road that follows the shoreline to see what we could see. There were lots of people fishing, and a few birders checking out the local birdlife. We followed the road to the end just to see what was there. We heard several birds, but didn’t get glass on any to speak of. Karen did however catch this sight.

Photo by Karen Hampton

We had planned ahead and gotten our reservations for Sea Rim state park, as they are only allowing a certain number of people in each day. When we arrived there we found out that the major trail/boardwalk which we were looking forward to hiking had been destroyed by a hurricane in 2017–thanks Harvey. They told us that it was plastered on their web site, but looking back at their web site now, the only thing plastered there is concerning covid and social distancing. In fact the trail is still on their maps which are dated 2020. Needless to say we were disappointed.

We saw what we could see there and departed since it appears that the main attraction at that park right now is camping.

Photo by Karen Hampton

Asking around, we found that there was a popular birding area just down the street, so we headed that direction. We found the Sabine Woods area, which is associated with the Texas Ornithological Society. We parked the car, and “Off-ed” ourselves to prepare to head into the woods. No sooner had we entered the area we found ourselves swarmed with these large, biting/stinging flying creatures. The deeper we got into the woods the thicker they became. Needless to say, it didn’t take us long to turn tail and run out of there. Karen is convinced they were attracted to the Off, but who knows. This would not be our last interaction with these critters.

At this point, disappointment was beginning to set in. Karen was beating herself up because she had planned this trip, but it wasn’t her fault. These situations were out of her control. Since I had been in the area before with my friend John Tucker, I suggested that we head over to the Smith Oaks rookery on High Island. It wasn’t that far away and at least it would be something to do. So we did.

On our drive over, we were stuck in traffic long enough to witness a guy doing some crop-dusting. It looked like at least he was having some fun.

Photo by Michael Hampton

As we left the traffic jam, I noticed a sign for the Anahuac Wildlife Preserve and remembered that I had been wanting to go there someday. File that away for now…

We arrived at the Smith Oaks rookery, only to find that they were doing construction and the main entrance was closed. However, there was another entrance. It just required a bit more hiking to get to the actual rookery area. We gladly took the hike.

Photo by Karen Hampton

Once inside the rookery there were numerous places to view the birds and their activity. This scene took me back to when I took an award-winning photograph here of a Great Egret with 3 young chicks in the nest called “Egret Family Values”. Well, it seems that peaceful scene changes when the chicks grow up. Maybe I’ll call this one “Egret Sibling Rivalries”.

Photo by Michael Hampton

There were lots of other birds here, including this Rosette Spoonbill feeding its “young”. Some of the behavior we saw looked as if the parents were getting tired of feeding the adolescents and trying to get them to strike out on their own. The younger ones didn’t seem to want to do that. Notice this one has its bill shoved all the way down the parent’s neck!

Photo by Michael Hampton

When we got to the end of the trail we were greeted with this sign…

Photo by Michael Hampton

Well, of course I want to see the alligators!! And I pointed out that the sign did not specify that the trail was closed to “Michael Hampton”, but Karen convinced me it was an all-inclusive sign and we shouldn’t proceed in that direction, so we headed back. It was then that Karen shot me on the trail! Yes, at my age I’m still hiking and packing my big lens and tripod.

Photo by Karen Hampton

To finish out this post, here are a few more of the birds at Smith Oaks…

We left Smith Oaks and I took Karen for a drive down the Bolivar Peninsula for lunch and across the ferry into Galveston where we drove down the beach road, turned around, and headed back out of the crowded city to ride the ferry back once more.

Photo by Michael Hampton
Photo by Michael Hampton
Photo by Karen Hampton

On our way back up the peninsula, I spotted a Crested Caracara sitting on a pole. I have yet to get what I would consider a great shot of this bird, but this is by far the best I have gotten to date. It continues to challenge me.

Photo by Michael Hampton

From here, we decided to stop at the Anahuac area, but I’ll save that for the next post as this one is already pretty long.

Until next time…

Michael & Karen

All words and photos copyright 2020 MHampton Photography 
Equipment used: Assorted Canon bodies and lenses

A Walk Around the Farm

In mostly black & white

*Note: Clicking on any image will open that image in a new window, full size.

*Note 2: I don’t normally do black & white photography, but today’s weather just seemed to beg for that treatment.

Since the first of the year the weather here in East Texas has been anything but cheery. In fact, it has been downright drab and depressing. I made a promise to myself that I was going to break that chain, and even if the weather wasn’t beautiful, I was going to get outside if for no other reason than to get some exercise.

So, I log out of work a couple of hours early, clearing with my boss to log a couple of hours of vacation time of course, and head outside. Sure enough, it is still dreary and even a little misty. I grab my trusty Canon 1DX-II body, 70-200mm lens, and head outside…after bundling up a bit that is. After all, it’s not even 60 degrees out there, and I live in Texas. LOL

As I began my walk, the first thing I noticed was how moist the air was. I was thankful for the weather sealing that Canon has provided for my camera and lens. At least I don’t have to worry about my equipment.

The first place I go is the creek that borders my property. I have had quite a bit of erosion over the past few years due to flash-floods and I wanted to make sure that everything is still holding.

Convergence

Things seem to be holding, at least for now. Who knows what will happen when the spring rains come this year?

Climbing up out of the creek, I see a fallen log which has a fungus growing on it. Life passes, and gives life. The circle of life in nature.

Where the Fungus Grows

As I walk around the property, I check on my bluebird boxes and clean them out for the coming year. It looks like 4 of the 7 boxes had a happy nest in them this past year. That explains all the bluebirds I noticed all summer long. I hope even more will be used this year.

And speaking of critters that live in holes, I stop and ponder for a moment who has been taking up residence in this old tree. Perhaps someday I will find out.

Someone’s Home

I continue walking past the boundary of my property and into my neighbor’s forest. He allows me excursions into the woods with my cameras. It’s great to have friendly Texas neighbors.

Living in East Texas, it is not uncommon to find relics of the oil boom that took place here many years ago. In fact, not far from my property is the location of the Daisy-Bradford #3 well which began the boom here in East Texas. This abandoned pipeline has been lost back to nature.

Lost to Nature

Looking through the brush shows the gauge that used to measure the pressure of the valuable substance flowing through the pipes, now dormant, sitting peacefully at zero.

Measuring Zero

Continuing my trek on this drab and dismal day, a single bit of color catches my eye. The pine trees have provided a carpet for the forest floor, and some other tree has provided a pop of color. This helps me remember that even on a day like today there are still things for which to be thankful to almighty God.

A bit farther I come to the power line easement that crosses so many properties. As I look down the line I can see the mist which is starting to roll in across the pasture. I’m strangely overcome with a sense of peace at the scene.

Mist Across the Pasture

As I’m walking I realize that for the first time in several months, I’m outside and active, breathing the fresh air and making my body move. It feels good. I’ve been so tired of being tired all the time, and it’s no one’s fault but my own.

I come to a small pond of water that was uncovered during the recent tree harvest on my neighbor’s property. I sit down on a stump to rest and to just listen. Hoping to hear the sounds of nature, all I really hear is silence, which is very calming. It seems I wasn’t the only one affected by this weather. All the critters appear to be hunkered down.

Then I notice the branches of a small pine tree which had fallen near the pond with the little seeds of life still clinging to the branches. Once more, death giving way to new life.

Seeds of Life

As I head back to my own property I notice a lone, crooked tree standing in a field where all the others had been harvested. For some strange reason it made me think about how it felt to be the one left out when teams were being picked in grade school. This poor guy didn’t get picked. But in this case being picked meant going to the lumber mill, not a sports team. I wonder if it knows how lucky it was for being so malformed? I wonder if it will green up again in the spring? Or is this just another example of the cycle.

Last to be Picked

From here I head back and finish checking the bluebird houses on my own property. Now they are all nice and clean for the next generation of bluebirds this spring.

Now, what can I do next to get myself off the couch, my body moving, and shoot with my camera? We’ll see.

Until next time,
Michael

FYI: The tree harvesting on my neighbors’ property will enter the next phase this year with planting of new trees. Once more, the cycle of life in nature, of a renewable resource.

All words and photos copyright 2020 MHampton Photography
Equipment used: Canon 1DX II and Canon 70-200IS/USM/L lens