Walking Continues

To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal,  what exists in the shadows,  what shoulders its way out of mud  and scurries along the damp edges of what is most commonly praised.  And sometimes its invisibility is a blessing.  Swamps and bogs are places of transition and wild growth,  breeding grounds,  experimental labs where organisms and ideas have the luxury of being out of the spotlight,  where the imagination can mutate and mate,  send tendrils into and out of the water. ~ Barbara Hurd, Stirring the Mud: On Swamps, Bogs, and Human Imagination Scenic overlook on the road to Palmetto. We'd been planning this - the next of our adventures in state parks of Texas -  since late summer.  For one reason or another we were delayed. But with day permits in hand (for the second time) we packed our gear, printed maps, and headed south.  I had a vague memory of visiting Palmetto State Park* in my childhood (Mom want...