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Friday, December 7, 2007 - Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL

Foscue Creek, Demopolis AL, December 12, 2007
Foscue Creek, Demopolis AL, December 12, 2007

Me being me, I chose the one farthest from town, went off 10 miles the wrong way, turned around and finally found the one, Forkland Park 12 miles from town - only to find, contrary to it's web site, it is closed for the winter. I hate it when that happens. Oh well, back to town I go - to the one, Foscue Creek Park, a mere 3 miles from the Wal-Mart I just left. This turns out to be a beautiful park, nicely landscaped, full hook-ups, a coin laundry, and I site where I can almost literally hang the rear picture windows of LD right out over the water. With my Golden Age Passport discount I get all that for a mere $9.00 a night. A nice find.

All was not lost on my ride out to Forkland Park. The ride took me through a bit of the rural south I hadn't experienced yet - some small cypress swamps and rural mobile homes perched atop concrete block columns to keep them safely above flood waters. Some of those columns are 6 feet high and look rather unstable. Then there is the absolutely fabulous field full of Jim Bird's hay creations.

Night camp

Site 22 - Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis AL

Proficiency in Knowledge of the World

There are all degrees of proficiency in knowledge of the world. It is sufficient, to our present purpose, to indicate three. One class lives to the utility of the symbol; esteeming health and wealth a final good. Another class live above this mark to the beauty of the symbol; as the poet, and artist, and the naturalist, and man of science. A third class live above the beauty of the symbol to the beauty of the thing signified; these are the wise men. The first class have common sense; the second, taste; and the third, spiritual perception. Once in a long time, a man traverses the whole scale, and sees and enjoys the symbol solidly; then also has a clear eye for its beauty, and lastly, while he pitches his tent on this sacred volcanic isle of nature, does not offer to build houses and barns thereon, reverencing the splendor of the God which he sees bursting through each chink and cranny.

Essay VII, Prudence Ralph Waldo Emerson

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