Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Walk on the Weird Side

I've taken many an interesting Sunday stroll, but this past one beat them all. We put the dogs on leashes and took a walk at Santee, the world famous lake in our part of the world, renown for its bass fishing.

Sunday, we walked ON the lake. I kid you not.

We're in a drought situation and the lake is 6 feet below normal. I never realized how much water that was until Sunday. Hubby's Mom use to have a house at the lake, so he took me there to illustrate that kind of phenomena to she-who-cannot-tell-distances. Hey, I'm a girl, it's genetic...unless you're an architect or something.

It's odd to walk across a surface that you visually only recognize as a body of water. In fact, it was like being on a Jacques Cousteau excursion... without the water. Rather than swimming from island to island, the deer are WALKING back and forth, as evidenced by the myriad of tracks we found. The raccoons are having a field day eating mussels that are so easy to reach...and the size of my hand. I'd never seen any bigger than 3 inches before. The deer are grazing on the lake bed...because there's grass coming up. Green grass. Like a wildlife buffet.
These piers are eight feet high and you can see the water marks on them. To the left is the mouth of Grimes Creek, although right now it looks like new real estate. Just so you aren't confused by the appearance of water here, someone tried to dredge out a small waterway and got stopped, apparently. It's not nice, [or legal], to mess with land owned by the State.

It's weird to see pontoon boats actually resting on their pontoons....on dry land! The islands in the distance are about 350 yards from the shoreline. The old shoreline. The one that was wet.

The island on the right is about 350 yards away...according to the hubby, not me. We walked all the way around it and past, for a total of about 1/2 mile of dry land that use to be water. Again, hubby estimates, not mine. Unfortunately he forgot about the camera until we got back to the truck so these are the only shots he took. He wanted to "document" where all the stumps were so when they go fishing, they dodge and weave correctly. He was amazed to discover that places they thought were clear and "open runs" had huge stumps, just waiting to reach out and grab a boat motor.

Wish we had gotten the camera out before the walk. Someone had actually laid out a line of fertilizer about 150 yards long [hey, it was only halfway to the Island, it's an educated guess!]. As we pondered why someone would mark a straight line, going out, in white fertilizer, my eyes happened to catch a large, white pile of something to the left.

Golf balls.

Someone's been putting this new real estate to use by utilizing it as a driving range. Wonder what kind of score you get if you clear the land and hit a gator?


Bonnie said...

If the golf clears land and hits a gator I would say it was time to yell fore and then run for it!

Yep, I remember walking on water but that was back north with the lake froze over and we walked on the ice. But I have never seen anything like this before.

Bonnie said...

correction: that was supposed to say if the golfer...my typing fingers don't seem to be working well these days.