Catfish Creek State Park is kind of a hole in the wall when it comes to state parks. Maybe you’re the type that likes that sort of thing: quiet, out of the way. If you have a horse or plan to walk a ways for a “backwoods” style camping adventure, then this would probably be a great park for that. I just wanted to take a short hike.
Finding it is a bit tricky. We have come to expect an inviting sign and a ranger kiosk or at least a self-payment post. There’s none of that. Instead, follow the directions to the park and when you get to the FFA campground, turn around and head back to the little parking lot with the port-a-john that you thought couldn’t be the park but it is. There’s a trail map, take it, you’ll need it–the trail and the map actually coincide (unlike many trail maps)–there are many numbered posts along the way to help you keep your place. Also the trail is on dry, white sand so wear your sunglasses and plan on giving your thighs and calves a rest after this.
This quiet little park deserves more of a natural history lesson than I can give here. This land was once beach-front property way back, waaaaaay back. Now there are several ponds that a friend says are good fishing holes. This is scrub territory. The pines are shaped like bonsai trees but are full sized. There are lots of oaks and things that rustle in the bushes. There are several interpretive signs along the way including this handy one about tick identification. Hmmm…. stay to the middle of the trail indeed.
This habitat doesn’t look like much but it is important for biodiversity, and I believe nature has grandfather rights.
until next time… get out this door!
Out This Door 