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Behind the lens
I borrowed Ginger’s 60mm lens to take pictures of our new birdbath. I’ve not used this lens much, we bought it for its macro capabilities, and it stays on Ginger’s studio camera most of the time. While it was on my camera, I thought I’d grab a quick selfie in the bedroom mirror and try it out.
The more observant among us will notice that I’ve flipped the picture the right way around in Photoshop.
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Adult and juvenile male Rose-breasted Grosbeak

Adult and juvenile male Rose-breasted Grosbeak — this winter we put up four (yes four), bird feeders in front of the ‘Sparkle Zone’ windows. These new visitors arrived today. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. This winter we put up four (yes, four) bird feeders in front of the ‘Sparkle Zone’ windows.
Along with a fifth feeder on one of the trees, they’ve proved to be very popular with the local birds and squirrels. These new to us visitors, an adult, and juvenile male Rose-breasted Grosbeaks and two females, arrived today.
Taking a picture through two panes of (dirty) glass doesn’t make for tack-sharp pictures, but this will have to do.
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Breakfast; crispy bacon, eggs, and tomato

Breakfast; crispy bacon, eggs, and tomato – Yesterday Carol gave me two farm-fresh eggs. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. Breakfast; crispy bacon, eggs, and tomato – Yesterday, Carol gave me two farm-fresh eggs. She said she wished she could be there to see my face when I cracked them.
Yes, they really were that deep orange color.
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Whites Creek Trail completed
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Final crossing of Whites Creek
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Fiddler Spring

Fiddler Spring – I took a quick detour to checkout the spring and top up my water. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. After the most impressive Bliss Spring, Fiddler spring was a bit of a let-down. But it was a source of water, and I needed to top mine up to see me through to the end of my hike.

Pack it out – don’t leave your trash behind. Also, make sure your fire is dead out. Despite the rain, the fire was still smoldering. I doused it before I moved on. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. There’s a nearby campsite, that comes ‘equipped’ with crate chairs, a line to hang your hunting kills on, and a large fire ring. Someone had obviously stayed overnight. They’d left trash in the fire, and hadn’t bothered to put the fire out. despite the rain, it was still smoldering. I doused it before I went on my way.
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Hello li’l buddy
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Looking back along Whites Creek Trail
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Looking into Whites Creek Cave
No I didn’t go in. I took this picture through the grill using my headlamp at full brightness to light up the cave. Had I been thinking, I would have set the camera on my mini tripod and gone for a longer exposure and some light painting.
There’s nothing to give the picture any feeling of scale. Let’s just say, “Pretty big.”
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Whites Creek Cave

Despite the sign, all caves (and mines) are closed because of White Nose Syndrome. This is the only sign I’ve seen with an apostrophe in White’s. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. 
Whites Creek Cave, from Whites Creek Trail. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. The short steep climb was rewarded by arriving at Whites Creek Cave (the only place on either map or sign that I have seen an apostrophe in White’s). The cave, like all of Missouri’s caves and mines, is closed to protect the bats from the spread of White Nose Syndrome.
I did peer in through the railings to see if I could see anything though! I couldn’t, but by the wonders of technology (my camera and my headlamp) I was able to take a picture of the inside.
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Looking back down the trail

Looking back down the trail – the trail turns up the hill here (you can just about make it out in this picture). Most people (including me) appear to miss this. The official trail marker is not particularly helpful either. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. Looking back down the trail – the trail turns up the hill here (you can just about make it out in this picture). It is quite a scramble. Most people (including me) appear to miss this. I wondered if it was the trail, but the path going straight on (behind the camera) was very well-trod. I only went twenty feet or so before I decided to go back and check whether the trail was coming down the hill or if it was just a water run-off channel. The official trail marker is not particularly helpful either. It suggests you should go straight down the drop-off.
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Heading up towards Whites Creek Cave
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Back on the Whites Creek Trail
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‘eek Float Camp
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Crossing Whites Creek

Crossing Whites Creek. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. You have to cross Whites Creek to get back to the main Whites Creek Trail. It’s not very obvious in this picture (or in reality), but the trail climbs up the bank just to the right of the tree on the left side of the frame.
The creek was around knee-deep at this point. Refreshing was a word that sprang to mind. Well, one of the words that sprang to mind while making the crossing.
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Day Three: Change of Plan (And an unloved wilderness registration point)

Abandoned wilderness registration point. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. My original plan for today was to hike part of the southern loop of the Whites Creek Trail and stop for the night near one of the big pools that form on Whites Creek. Then I’d have an easy three or four-mile hike out on Monday – easy except that part of the trail has most of the elevation gain!
Yesterday afternoon, through the wonders of my Garmin InReach satellite communicator, I got a message from Ginger letting me know that the kids were going to descend on us for dinner Monday afternoon. Knowing that the car would be needed in Springfield to get the necessary vittles, and my help would be appreciated, I had two choices. I could either hike out a day early or make a very early start Monday so I would be home early enough to help. Irish Wilderness is 138 miles, and two-and-a-half hours from home. Five miles hiking would take three hours, so to arrive at midday, I’d need to be on the trail by six-thirty in the morning and to do that, I’d need to be up between five and five-thirty.
I didn’t like the sound of that, so I decided I’d hike the seven-and-a-half miles back to the trailhead today. In the rain. Because, as luck would have it today is forecast to be this trip’s rainy day, which was another reason why I originally only planned on going two or three miles today.
So, here I am at twenty past ten (that’s an early start for me!) on a Sunday morning, already on the trail, at the wilderness sign-in point on the spur trail leading to the Whites Creek Float Camp, making my way back to the Whites Creek Trail. It doesn’t look like the registration point has been tended to in quite a while.
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Time for a nice cup of hot chocolate
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I have a picnic table and a grill!
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Path from the put-in to the float camp
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Whites Creek at the Whites Creek Float Camp

Whites Creek at Whites Creek Float Camp. Copyright © 2021 Gary Allman, all rights reserved. Whites Creek Float Camp looks to be abandoned, but I’m guessing it is just showing a lack of TLC brought on by a year of neglect because of COVID-19.
Float Camp equals an unexpected bonus. Picnic tables and grills!















