We let Grant sleep in on his 19th birthday.
But while we waited for him to get out of bed and put on his bunny slippers and get ready for the day, we were burning daylight.
While the newly minted 19-year old was catching ZZZ's;
we were ready to explore. We drove down to Rock Quarry Road (a very auspicious start for two geologists) and found the trailhead for the Katy Reserve.
It was hot and steamy, but we crossed the creek on a bridge and peeled off down the bank to the stream. We found a bunch of frogs the size of my pinkie nail. Guessing they were just finished with their tadpole stage, and now hopping around on the cherty limestone cobbles in the creek bed.
I had read every single "Reptile and Amphibian" book in the Rancho Elementary School library; so I knew, if you find amphibians, there has got to reptiles nearby. My instincts were correct, as I soon made friends with an Eastern Box Turtle that I met on the woodland trail.
Having worked up a sweat and seen life in the woods, it was time to see if our own youngin had emerged from the box springs to celebrate the final year of being a teenager.
Then we met a poor little robin with a tear drop in his eye...
Walkin', walkin; walkin to Missouri - he can't afford to fly
But while we waited for him to get out of bed and put on his bunny slippers and get ready for the day, we were burning daylight.
While the newly minted 19-year old was catching ZZZ's;
we were ready to explore. We drove down to Rock Quarry Road (a very auspicious start for two geologists) and found the trailhead for the Katy Reserve.
It was hot and steamy, but we crossed the creek on a bridge and peeled off down the bank to the stream. We found a bunch of frogs the size of my pinkie nail. Guessing they were just finished with their tadpole stage, and now hopping around on the cherty limestone cobbles in the creek bed.
I had read every single "Reptile and Amphibian" book in the Rancho Elementary School library; so I knew, if you find amphibians, there has got to reptiles nearby. My instincts were correct, as I soon made friends with an Eastern Box Turtle that I met on the woodland trail.
Having worked up a sweat and seen life in the woods, it was time to see if our own youngin had emerged from the box springs to celebrate the final year of being a teenager.
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| Sue crossing Katy Trail bridge off of Rock Quarry Road |
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| Laughing Lady looks upon lacy leaf |
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| An Ornate Eastern Box Turtle Meets & Greets in the Katy Trail Reserve |
Then we met a poor little robin with a tear drop in his eye...
Walkin', walkin; walkin to Missouri - he can't afford to fly
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