Pages Creek Park
On a quiet, mostly sunny, temperate Sunday afternoon in late March, Janet, her golden retriever Gracie and I went to a county park that was new to us, Pages Creek. It has a mile long loop trail through the woods to some low country.
The trail is too long and full of rough places to haul a canoe or kayak for paddling, even with a wheeled cart. And at the end of the trail is an estuary with more sea grass and mud than water. Contrarily, the trail is too short and full of roots to go biking.
When she is near water, Gracie cannot contain herself and she must jump in, which she did today. The estuary was so muddy that soon her fur was covered up to the tops of her legs. Fortunately, Janet devised a plan to rinse her off before letting her muddy up the back seat of my Jeep. Janet threw a handy stick from the dock wooden ramp onto deeper water, from which Gracie jumped in and retrieved. Then Janet ran a few yards to a nearby sandy beach and called Gracie to her. Gracie dutifully exited from the estuary across the sand, mostly clean.
Our hike through the woods on a leaf covered trail back to the parking lot mostly dried off Gracie’s coat.
