The cold winter day goes unseen amongst Florida's inevitable lack of snow; however, activity is high because most locals don't dread the colder season, as they can go outside without instantly sweating due to the sweltering heat and humidity we get most of the year.
Strong, low winds plow through the airy open flood ways that surround Trout Creek, embroiling the natural growth causing the formation of an erratic jumble of branches like a contorted, mossy jungle gym.
The paths are entwined between brush and trees. Low humidity and temperature makes breathing through a heavy trek much easier, keeping my core heat regulated as my lungs radiate warm blood with chilled breath.
The fungi and termites make quick work in the decomposition of these fallen trees.
Trout Creek flows steadily south. Water flowing south from Withlacoochee River feeds Cypress Creek and ultimately comes through here and out the mouth of the bay.
This pond connects to Trout Creek via the spillway below, flood waters are controlled by the counties reroutes and dams.
The abundance of cypress knees collect across this dried up riverbed to create it's natural cemetery formation.
This bridge shows a heavy tread left by the tramp of walkers and bikers alike.
The local hog population leave their mark, as is their standard M.O. mangled ground plowed by tusks in search for roots to eat. These hogs will eat anything...
With more trail content piling up and school in full swing it will probably be a while until I can compile it well.