Scott and I took a short adventure today.  We thought it was going to be to visit our home park, Dinosaur Valley State Park, but since all of the rain there were no trails to hike.  We stopped long enough to see how it looked from camp site number 17, where we stayed for our anniversary, and to see how the Paluxy faired.  It was up a couple of feet but nothing like it had been in May.


At DVSP from campsite 17

We went to the main track site area and looked around a bit.  Scott was able to capture some very low clouds just past the ridge from the river.  It was such a unique site.  I hadn’t realized there were two ridges on the otherside of the river, but the clouds show this to be so.

A tale of two ridges.

You can see the clouds just before the second ridge.

It still amazes me how you can still see some of the flood debris in the bushes and trees five months after the flood.  To think three weeks prior we were wading around in the river.  I am in awe of this ever changing place.  Not only does the river stay in a state of change but the grass land prairie next to the parking area does as well.  One day it will be golden and the next it is brown and preparing for winter.

On the prairie.

The haze just enhanced this beautiful view.

We decided to drive around the park and see the park from the back.  Doing so we came across something amazing, White Bluff Creek pouring into the Paluxy River.  You can see where the river had cleared out a u-shaped area.  You can see it is a lot like how the Niagara Falls came to happen; only on a smaller size.


A nice surprise!

Because of the water crossing the road and it was deeper than we felt safe crossing, we decided to explore.  We found the town of Paluxy, the first suspension bridge in Texas which was in Bluff Dale, the two creeks (North Paluxy and South Paluxy) that feed the Paluxy, and a restored log cabin!

The "town" of Paluxy.

The “town” of Paluxy.


First suspension bridge.

Suspension bridge in Bluff Dale Texas.


South Paluxy

The mother of the Paluxy River.


Father of the Paluxy

North Paluxy, Father of the Paluxy River.


Home on the prairie.

Driving in the back roads we found a restored log cabin.

It was such a wonderful trip today.  Yes, it was rainy, but still beautiful and full of surprises.  I love it when we have these unexpected adventures.

Keep exploring y’all.