Raccoon Creek is like a old trusty friend. One who that even though you don’t get to see each other that much anymore but are still able to pick up right where you left off. Yeah, that’s it! That’s Raccoon Creek! A total of 45 minutes from my door will land me at the lake. A quick and easy getaway and it never disappoints. I arrived just to catch the tail end of sunrise, that extra 15 minutes I lingered under the covers put be behind. Speaking of familiar comforts, I went exactly to my favorite spot, almost automatically. As I approached the lake I noticed it was completely frozen over. Not just a little frozen, but frozen enough to walk on. I tested a few spots made sure I wouldn’t go for an icy dunk and decided I was going for it. I saw that ice fisherman had already been out carving out their holes, so I figured I was good.
Once I figured out that I could walk on the lake I made my way 25 feet or so out to one of my favorite subjects. There is a tree in the water out there. I was ecstatic when I found it two years ago. For some reason I thought things like this didn’t exist in Pennsylvania. There is something that is just so beautiful about this tree. There it sits so serene far enough out from the shore line that it’s a hard angle shot from the banks. I don’t know how it got there. No sign of a fallen tree at some point. Maybe it just grows like that? Maybe it did fall? I don’t know. Most of the time the tree sits peacefully reflecting itself back like looking in a mirror. It’s fascinating and I always make a point to visit. Early in the mornings when I am there it’s just the two of us, the tree and me. Lost in our thoughts. Taking in the sights and sounds. Watching the ducks. On this visit my tree was frozen in the grip of the lake. Bound there. Unable to do anything but wait for the thaw. Others had made their way out, the ice fisherman made a hole in the ice between the branches. I bet the fish under there use the trunk for warmth and probably food.
I don’t know when the next time I’ll see the lake the like this. I walked around there several times looking for the angle I wanted. I caught the last of the sunrise over the hills. The light was starting to catch on the trees and thought it was a lovely backdrop. This trip was a success. Until next time Raccoon Creek, old friend.