I paddled Red Creek recently. It flows through Genesee Valley Park and into the Erie Canal a few hundred feet from the Genesee River. I wanted to see where it went.
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| The fishermen under the Rt. 390 bridge didn't care where the fish came from. |
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| The black-winged redbird about to take a drink. |
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| I was taking a really nice picture of this brush, but this darn blurry bluebird got in the way. |
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| One of many bridges on the route |
After a long stretch of backyard tours, the creek wound through a nicely wild area. The heron and the red-tail hawk were not in the market for portraiture.
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| Sunny days like this make you glad to be a reptile. |
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| The mink stole along the shore and hid in this bramble before disappearing into his hole. |
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| One second earlier, this would have been a great shot of the mink peering out of his den. |
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| Typical view of the waterway after a mile or so of paddling. |
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| "You're not from 'round these parts, eh human?" |
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| The end of the line. |
I paddled upstream about 2 miles. Had I known that less than 1000 feet upstream from here sat MacGregor's, home to innumerable taps, I'm sure I would have pushed on.
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| Do the high tension wires make the birds tense? |
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| Just a small sample of the tire spawning area. |
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| This egg pulled out of the stream still had the yolk within. |
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On the return trip, I saw these folks do the kayak limbo.
The man lamented that the water was unusually low for this time of year.
I bet they were headed for MacGregor's. |
