COLUMN: Ramblings: An afternoon at the pond

Note from my journal - 9/7/25.

Sitting at the pond at Fish Creek Campgrounds in Owen-Putnam Forest. Had to get out of town. Stopped at Babbs for a chicken dinner. Escaped to the forest. Fish Creek Road did not disappoint. Both sides of the road were lined with the beauty of late summer flowers. The westside was lined with yellow jewelweed. The eastside was a riot of Jerusalem Artichoke and iron weed. Occasionally, different flowers added a dash of white. Impossible to escape the feeling of driving through an elaborate tunnel on my way to Fish Creek Campground.

Luckily, no one was at the picnic table by the pond. Listening to the crickets chirp as I munch. I hear a few birds; see none. One guy fishing is sitting on a five-gallon bucket. The pond surface is covered with tree pollen dust. A breeze rustles the tree leaves. I notice they are fading already. The recent hot, dry weather has caused the trees to shed early. The vibrant green of summer is fading away. Memories of time spent here with my family and friends flood my heart. Over 50 years of memories. Many changes here and in my life. The dragonflies still fly over the water, sunlight glints off their gossamer wings. The frogs are quiet. The grass is sparse in the shade of the old trees. The bare hard ground is littered with fallen leaves. The dry, hot summer forces the trees to shed leaves to survive. The leaves of the tiny violet plants make up for the lack of grass. They quit blooming long ago but still add beauty. As I remember, 50 years ago, more exotic native plants thrived around this pond. Man changes the land even when he strives to preserve it.

Tears flood my eyes as thoughts of happy times fill my heart. Change is hard to cope with. Changes in my life, changes to the forest campground. I remember when we trudged through the woods up the hill from the road to this pond. There was no road, no picnic tables, no campsites, no toilets, no drinking water. I did not come alone then. I was not an old woman with knees that protested at climbing hills. Sunshine still filters through the trees, fish jump in the small pond, clouds float by lazily. Warmed by the afternoon sun, I absorb serenity from the forest.

A family arrives. A couple, two kids and a grandmother go to the south side of the pond. They dip their bobbers in the dark water. Grandma sits on a chair, pole in hand, giving directions. I envy her. I have no fishing pole or family to share this beautiful afternoon.

The Owen-Putnam State Forest was established in 1948. The forest consists of 6,688 non-contiguous acres mostly in Owen County. This forest is what brought my family to Owen County 46 years ago. My aunt lived on Coon Path. After she and her husband moved to Florida, my husband had to find a new place to hunt deer. He discovered the O-P State Forest. We began to visit regularly. The O-P State Forest once was said to be the finest hardwood stand of trees in the country. I don't know if that is still true. It has suffered a lot of logging in the last few years. I do know the deep ravines and towering stone cliffs are still adorned with fantastic ferns. In spring, the forest floor is a kaleidoscope. The wildlife that abounds is shy but will say hello to patient visitors.

I had planned to include a few facts from my research, but I lack space. The first state forest, Clark, was established in 1903. The last, Mountain Tea in Brown County, was established in 2020. Currently, 15 state forests protect 160,251 acres. Please go visit one.

'til next time,
Annie