Thursday, December 13, 2007 - Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL
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Fungus, Foscue Creek Park, Demopolis AL, December 13, 2007
Later: I got in a nice 2 hour hike and made it back to the RV just as it started to sprinkle. Good timing. Tomorrow I hope to hike a little farther down to the Lower Pool Park. I have a hunch one can get a view of the Demopolis Lake dam and lock from there.
Wood duck wonder
This afternoon, in a repeat of yesterdays observation, shortly after sundown, a pair of wood ducks paddled into the cove and just beyond my peninsula here at site 42 they dove, never to be seen again. Where did they go? How long can they stay submerged? Why did the swim all that way up the cove from the river when they could have flown. Doesn't it take more energy to paddle than to fly?
Night camp
Site 42 - Foscue Creek Campground, Demopolis AL
- This is a well maintained US Army Corps of Engineers campground with level paved sites, most with full hookups
- Many sites overlook the water of the inlets off Demopolis Lake on the Tombigbee River
- There is good biking on the park roads
- The campground is pretty full Thanksgiving week and is generally booked solid the weekend of the Demopolis Christmas on the River festival in early December.
- Poor Verizon cell phone service - access is via Extended Network, roaming
- No Verizon EVDO service - access is via the Extended Network and service varies is slow but reliable
- Only 3 miles to Wal-Mart and other services in Demopolis AL
- Find other references to Foscue Creek
- List the nights I've camped here
- Check the weather
- Reserve a site
- Get a map
Rice Toss
After the dinner our hosts conducted us to the beach. Among the presents was a large supply rice for the fleet. It was put up in straw sacks or bales containing about 125 pounds each. By the pile stood a company of athletes or gymnasts chosen from the peasantry for their strength and size and trained for the service and entertainment of the court. At a signal from their leader, who was himself a giant of muscle and fat, a sort of human Jumbo, they began transporting the rice to the boats. It was more frolic than work. Some of thembore a bale on each hand above their heads, some would carry two laid crosswise on the shoulders and head, while others performed dextrous feats of tossing, catching, balancing them, or turning somersaults with them. I saw one nimble Titan fasten his talons in a sack, throw it down on the sand still keeping his hold, turn a somersault over it, throw it over him as he revolved, and come down sitting on the beach with the sack in his lap. Beat that who can. If you imagine it "as easy as preaching," try it the next time in a gymnasium. But let me advise you, first make your will.
The Logbook of the Captains Clerk, John J. Sewell, Lakeside Press, 1995 pg 256