Rather be in Some Dark Hollar...

Pretty easy to make this old song lyric come true in East Texas. Really hard for me to imagine some place where you couldn't just run out for a swim really quick to cool off on these 100 degree days. In this photo you look down Boykin Springs Creek toward the turn of the century logging ghost town of Old Aldredge. It's maybe a 4 mile hike down a pleasant trail that runs along this creek past a late summer crop of 2 million seed ticks. Only thing is I hear the town is off limits due to the years of vandalism that have left the old concrete walls of the buildings an eye sore. May be they will fix it up so it's a good hike again.

Looking back towards the lake, me and my Dad caught 60 put and take hatchery trout on canned corn from this little deep creek hole in the late 1970s.

Yeah that song, I always like to change the words a bit:

"rather be in some dark hollar, where the sun refuses to shine.

Than to be in Nacodoches, in a small room with a girl on my mind..."