On Sunday, October 29, 2017, we set out to kayak another part of Lake LBJ. We woke to brilliant blue skies, but slightly chilly temperatures. We didn't launch until 11:00 a.m. in an attempt to avoid frostbite! As we pulled away from the campground, we looked back at it.
What a difference a day makes. While yesterday was a blustery, choppy paddle, this morning was like gliding on silk.
Most of the land surrounding the LBJ Lake is privately owned, but there are a few small pocket parks that dot the shoreline. After a little Google searching, we decided our turnaround would be at Crockett Park.
We meandered along the shore line for almost four miles.
The fall foliage is very sbttle, but you can definitely tell it is fall.
We paddled around the Honeymoon Ranch, a private primitive campground that juts out into the lake. There were some sections where we saw tent campers --
-- but other sections were empty and open:
This area of the hill country is know for its granite. Granite Mountain is a solid dome of pink granite rising over 860 feet one mile west of Marble Falls. Since quarry operations began in the late 19th century, the distinctive pink-red colored rock has been used in the construction of the Texas State Capitol in Austin, Texas, and also for the construction of the Galveston Seawall.
We spotted several blue herons along the way, but they tend to spook before we can get close enough for a photo. Here we caught sight of a great white heron perched high a top a tree.
The next great white heron we spotted was fishing along the shoreline.
Who can resist pretty yellow flowers reflected along the shore of the lake?
After four miles of paddling, we made our way to Crockett Park. It felt good to get out and stretch after a couple hours of paddling. We found a nice picnic spot and ate lunch.
After lunch, we began our journey back toward camp. Across Elm Creek Inlet, we spotted this guy hanging out at Clear Cove Park:
As we left the sheltered cove of Elm Creek, we noticed the wind had picked up. We had about two miles of bumpy, bouncy paddling before we entered another sheltered cove. We finished our paddle with a leisurely tour of our neighbors' boathouses. This poor sailboat had seen better days.
This was a tale of two paddles. The morning was calm and quiet, but the afternoon was windy and choppy.
Tomorrow, we move on to Houston West RV Park to prepare for our round-the-world trip. Not sure how many more blog entries we will have before we leave.
Until then, stay thirsty my friends.