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| Trip legs (latest at top): | 17 Aug 04 – Turkey Run State Park, Indiana Crossing the suspension bridge across Sugar Creek, named for the abundance of sugar maples in the area, we enter the main portion of the trail system. We passed through Rocky Hollow, which was cool during the summer mid-day. We pass Wedge Rock, which used be part of the cliffside before it fell off, landing on edge. Just nearby, we see a very interesting hemlock growing from the point of a promontory, with an extraordinary show of its exposed root system. We munch a few energy bars for lunch at Camel’s Back, which is a tree-lined ridge, hard to see with the leaves still on the trees. The return trails takes us along Sugar Creek, and we end the day after nearly 6 hours of hiking. Dawn looks a little worn out. Dawn: We noticed some interesting wildflowers in yellow and orange, that resembled lady slippers. We later found out they were varieties of Touch-Me-Nots, so named because when you touch the seed heads they release and scatter their seeds. I also found interesting a particular section of the sandstone cliff in Turkey Run Hollow. The sedimentary layers were curvilinear, while the rest of the exposed rock faces had regular straight edges. Turkey Run HollowThis cliff is about 30 feet high. Suspension Bridge in Turkey RunKinda fun to jump on. For you engineers out there, I did experiment with finding a few nodal points. Pale Touch-Me-NotWith bee butt. Roots on PromontoryPretty cool roots, huh? ButterflyWe think this is a Red-spotted Purple. Sugar CreekLooking west from Sunset point SquirrelAt the Turkey Run Visitor Center. Hummingbirds at RestWhat's so interesting about this photo is that the birds are all sittting still, so you can see their wings. I had to wait quite a while until they all cooperated. GroundhogsThey certainly look well fed, don't they? 18 Aug 04 – Pine Hills Nature Preserve, Indiana We drive to Pine Hills Nature Preserve about 15 miles away for a day hike. I had been down here in 1980 when a college friend from nearby Crawfordsville and I rode our motorcycles here for a day trip. The area had been purchased in 1961 by the Nature Conservancy and given to the state of Indiana. We hike for about half a mile until we cross Turkey Ridge, an earthen ridge where the ground falls away steeply on either side. On the right we can see Clifty Creek about 100 feet below us. We descend down a sturdy stairway, which is under construction the last 40 feet, forcing us onto the steep slope. We hike past an old mill site where wool thread was milled from raw wool, and then pass a rock formation named the Slide. Here the shale has eroded and not given purchase to any plant life. The second trail loop takes us across a mostly-dry streambed, where Dawn finds several of the wildflowers from yesterday, and some new ones she hasn’t seen before. We ascend a steep dirt path and find ourselves at the top of a solid stone ridge named Devil’s Backbone. Here the stone is about four feet wide and a sheer vertical fall on either side. Many carvings in the stone date back decades, including one of a devil’s head with the year 1910. At the far end of the ridge the earth path resumes, climbs briefly, and we take a few pictures for posterity. Just over the hump we sit on the softly rounded earth before it drops away precipitously, enjoying our lunch of energy bars on the carpet of hemlock needles. After the trail drops to creek level again, we find Honeycomb Rock directly in front of us. The ancient algae embedded in the sandstone has worn away more quickly than the sandstone, leaving a deeply pockmarked sandstone cliff. We return back up Turkey Ridge, chatting briefly with the workers who have returned to resume construction. Dawn: At the top of Turkey Ridge on our way out, we paused to catch our breath and gazed out from the ridge. Suddenly, we noticed a pair of hummingbirds flitting about the trees just before us. Stephen was excited because only yesterday had he seen hummingbirds for the first time, and today we were seeing them in the wild. They would rest in nearby trees, and we wondered what they ate besides flower nectar. Our best guess was “very very small” bugs. I also found it interesting that we didn’t seen any other hikers all day. It was a beautiful place to hike, and it was the height of summer, so maybe it’s one of Indiana’s secrets.
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