Dinosaur Valley
State Park
November 19, 2011 Spent several summer mornings here during childhood, the most recent of which had to be at least 20 years ago. That largely explains why I didn’t recognize much of anything within the park when Mike, Mandy and I rolled in on a balmy November afternoon. The only thing which struck a familiar note was the congregation of life-sized metal dinosaurs just past the front entrance. I remember those. They are of the sort of things that make a good impression on kids. We parked at the Cedar Brake Trailhead, and fixed up our flyrods for a quick fishing tour of the Paluxy River. Mike lent me his spare rod, and as the afternoon drew late, we hit the river at where it intersects the hikin gtrail. Being November, there wasn’t much flow. I headed downstream, while Mike and Mandy disappeared around the bend upstream towards the campground. I cast into the middle of the stream, to the edges, and all points in between with my little black woolly bugger. I literally had no other flies, and no other tackle, so I guarded against tangles and snags carefully. The river wasn’t more than 7 or 8 inches deep, and I saw no fish. The creekbed was interesting, made up of banded limestone, though the dry season made colors a bit faded and sparse. I followed the river downstream perhaps a half mile to Buckeye Creek, then turned inland and plowed through the thick river-bank vegetation of oaks, junipers and a healthy population of green briar to reach the open field near the park road and found a trail that headed back north towards the trailhead. Reaching the river at the trail crossing, I caught up with Mike and Mandy, who had caught a few small perch, which was more action than I had seen. We stowed the fishing gear and headed across the river on the trail, into the cedars. This forest is almost exclusively composed of cedars, with only the riverbanks showing much diversity. We plodded along the trail to Denio Creek, and followed this mostly-dry creek bed upstream, following white blazes the whole way. Many of the junipers in this stretch were dead or dying, perhaps due to the horrendous drought Texas experienced in 2011. The trail segments in this network are short, and careful attention has to be paid to avoid wrong turns. We stayed on the white blazed trail as it diverged from Denio Creek, and looped around along the northeast boundary of the park to take us south. We passed by a herd of cows hanging out on the other side of the barbed wire fence, and afternoon faded quickly. We took the Outer Ridge Trail to the blue blaze cutoff trail, then took that to the yellow trail north, and headed back to the car via the Ridge (Blue) Trail. As we neared the river, we encountered several active campsites filled with backpackers. Lots of dayhikers out and about, too. The red oaks lent a hint of color to otherwise somber expanse of juniper. We filed down the trail to
the river, crossed on low rocks, and ended at the car just past sunset.
Descending the Ridge Trail to the river Red oaks add some hints of fall color Overlooking the Paluxy River from the Ridge Trail Paluxy River Crossing the Paluxy River |
Paluxy River Trail on west side of Paluxy River, near FM 205 Paluxy River Paluxy River Paluxy River Paluxy River Paluxy River Trail on west side of Paluxy River, near FM 205
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