Summer's End: Sanctuary Lake, 22 September 2019

If I study the Pascagoula River Swamp on Google Earth long enough, I'll see things that I've somehow missed for years.  Such was the case with the large lake just above Big Lake, in the northern sector of the WMA (Wildlife Management Area), just above Mississippi Highway 26.  Brian and I have kayaked Big Lake before, in November 2015, during a time of high water (trip report here); we had followed the swollen creek north from the lake, until we were within sight of Davis Eddy.  But the larger, heavily wooded, and more remote lake to the north-east of Big Lake has drawn my attention on Google Earth of late, so I decided to check it out.  My plan was to put in at the single boat ramp near the southern tip of Big Lake, kayak to the north end, and drag my kayak across the narrow spit of land to the bigger lake... hoping all the while that it would prove more navigable than nearby Bird Lake had.

For once, my plan worked, more or less.  Low water limited my kayaking in Sanctuary Lake, my name for the otherwise nameless body of water that was my target.  I exited the kayak after only a few minutes and wade through nearly knee-high mud to the ridgeline hugging the lake's southern shore.  I made my way along it, through thick woods and brush, until I was able to wade into the muck again, and walk among the cypresses and tupelos of a normally flooded, very impressive, and very beautiful swamp forest.

 View from the boat ramp.  I had the lake to myself, until some fishermen began arriving after 10 a.m.

 Bulwarks.

 

 Magnificent bottomland and swamp forest crowds the shoreline.

 I put in to Sanctuary Lake here, the only open spot I could find.  Here I would, on my way back out, watch an anhinga leap into the water from the stump in the center of the photo.  I never saw him come up again.

There were literally dozens of wood ducks in this lake, their cries of alarm at my presence almost drowning out the roosters crowing in the distance.

 Working my way through a thick stand of young baldcypress on the lake's southern edge.  Pileated and red-bellied woodpeckers worked the trees on both shores of the lake.

At length, I came upon a large, diverse group of birds feeding in a series of pools:  wood ducks, white ibis, great egret, snowy egret, little blue herons, a great blue heron, and a lone wood stork.

The wood ducks were the first to flee, led by a watchful sharp-eyed male who spied me spying on them.

 Ibis are usually among the more easily photographed wading birds for me, and these nice fellows proved no exception.

 Pre-flight.  Lift-off momentarily.  The diversity and large number of birds here, and the richness and remoteness of the place, led me to call it Sanctuary Lake.

Here I left the certainty of dry land and ventured into the mud, drawn by the beauty of the trees.

The places I walk in the Swamp sometimes give me the feeling that I'm the first human to set foot there in a very long time.  Probably vanity, but it is a nice feeling.

 

Likely my farthest extent.  It is very tiring work, even in such motivating habitat.

 Cardinal flowers could be seen here and there on dry ground beyond the water's edge of both lakes.  My photos do not do them justice; their vibrant red looks washed out in my images.  But they are easily among my favorite flowers.

 Beautiful strangeness.

 On the ridge overlooking the Sanctuary.  Possibly left by a duck hunter.

 The return journey to the boat ramp.

 I'd forgotten how lovely Big Lake is.

While I heard no kents or double-knocks, and saw no unusual scaling or nest holes, the quality of the habitat at Sanctuary Lake warrants further exploration, so I am considering coming at it from another direction.  If nothing else, I suspect a titan cypress may be hiding out there.  More later.