December brought plenty of precipitation. Sadly, it was all the liquid kind. We had four storms, each dumped over an inch of rain. It's not often the island below the bridge is underwater. It's even more rare the old concrete bridge abutment is submerged, but there's no sign of it in this picture except a standing wave.
The bank in the wildflower preserve still hasn't completely collapsed. People are insisting on walking around the barrier and trampling the vegetation as they have to move farther away from the collapsing ledge. No sense using the new trail.
This was from the day before that storm. The trees are now hanging over First Dam. I'm hoping January doesn't drop another inch of rain to wash them over.
I made one last trip down Cascadilla Gorge the morning the gates were closed. The natural areas employee was waiting for the last person coming down behind me before locking the gate for the season.
Roxy providing perspective of the size of a dead chestnut tree in Six Mile Creek.
And a still-living hemlock.
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