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Monday, December 24, 2007 - Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL

Dawn at Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL, December 24, 2007
Dawn at Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL, December 24, 2007

Baby, it's cold out there

5:30 am: My little Titan ceramic heater barely kept up last night. I'm going to throw on a few layers and go out this morning and see if I can build on my success yesterday in getting a few decent pictures in the low light after sunset. The mist over the inlet might create some opportunities to snap some of those cliche mist-over-calm-waters type pictures.

Later: That idea didn't work out too well. I walked way around to the picnic and walking area on the west side of the inlet to get the early light reflecting off the water the way it worked for me last night from the campground side. It turns out the park is much more photogenic on the east side with its many little coves and overhanging shrubs and trees and grasses. Lots of texture where the west side is kind of blah as it relates to the waters of the inlet. Ah, well, I learned something I guess.

I did it again

You'd think I learn from having to clean up the mess not to keep doing it. But so far that punishment hasn't been enough to teach me the patience I need to succeed. Once again I let the oatmeal boil over. This little Wedgewood RV gas stove has rather small burners and I just can't seem to muster the patience to stand there waiting for the pot to boil. Nothing short of the tell-tale sizzle will snap me back to attention from wherever this wandering mind has gone off too.

Night camp

Site 42 - Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis AL

As My Breathing Evened Out

As my breathing evened out, I began to notice other sensations. The water felt different from any other water I'd ever swum in, as if it were more solid than fluid, as though I were swimming through a liquid Sno-Kone. [swimming in 33 degree water / 34 degree air]

Swimming To Antarctica, Lynne Cox, The New Yorker, February 3, 2003

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