I certainly don’t miss the humidity or bugs of Texas, but I do miss the water, especially when it is hot and dry here in Phoenix. We lived in an awesome neighborhood in League City that had a park just four houses away, and it not only had a lake but river access. We could take the boat down, or on this particular day I am recalling, we launched the canoe.
Our canoe isn’t ordinary. In fact, it is a limited edition as only several were made. Apparently after WWII ended, Grumman’s had extra aluminum left that was originally intended for fighter planes. They decided to use the materials and made a hand full of canoes. This is long before my time. In fact, my Grandpa Smith purchased it before my daddy was even born. Whoa.
I can only imagine the stories this canoe could tell. I asked, but it wasn’t saying. I do know this canoe followed Grandpa Smith through college, marriage, and then was passed down to us. With easy access to the river, me and my family would often load up that canoe and cruise the river.
Clear Creek is actually a bayou. I’m told they really mean the same thing but down in the south, bayou is the proper term. Clear Creek confuses me because it is muddy brown. There ain’t nothing clear about it! What is worse is gator live in those waters. As we entered the water, I was on alert. They are sneaky, but I have a superb sense of smell.
Mom led the way with dad steering in the back. I don’t paddle; I observe! Woof. And boy did I see lots of birds! This part of Texas is known for its birds: Snowy Egrets, Great Blue Herons, and Spoonbills, just to name a few. Some of them look large enough to carry me away. Eesh. Mom said they wouldn’t bother me, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
Some days we would paddle a long ways and other days, like today, we would find a quiet cove to eat a picnic. We weren’t far from the house yet it felt like we were in the wilderness away from civilization. We floated, ate, and listened to the water and birds. Every once in a while, a jet skier would zoom by. They are supposed to go slow around houses, but most of them didn’t.
I can get a little bored sitting in the canoe, and it can also get hot. I’m not jumping in to swim with those gators, thank you very much, so we started paddling homeward bound. It didn’t take but a few minutes to get the canoe and us home. Should I ever get back to Texas, I might just jump in that creek after all. You only live once, right? Well, unless you are a cat. I hear they have nine lives. That’s another story for another time.
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