If you haven’t already read Part 1, you might want to do that by clicking here. You will find information on how I got here.

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The night’s sleep was so comfortable, the next morning, my dad practically forced me up. When I finally got up and got dressed, my dad complained that we had missed the best time for photographs. I replied by asking him if it was his own saying that I should always sleep well, and I thought his cheek went ever so slightly pink.When I got up, I noticed that few other kids had waken up. I made mental note and greeted them. It was very fast before everyone else got up. Soon, the picnic table for the camping site was full with salads, noodles, dumplings, bread, Cheetos, drinks, and all sorts of goodies.

That wasn’t all. A small table had been brought by somebody and it had been used last night for playing cards. Now, it was covered with BBQ, steak, and lots of great tasting stuff.

Even though I knew I was supposed to stock up on food, I had a light breakfast… up until my dad came and gave me a huge piece of steak. It tasted good, but I had the strange attitude of not wanting to get my hands dirty, just like I did with the time I ate a sloppy Joe with fork and knife.

I ended up dropping it on the floor when trying to use chopsticks. Slightly let down, my dad gave me a bowl of delicious soup that contained cooked lychee and some delicious things that were filled with a black, sugary substance.

When I finished my breakfast, my dad grabbed his bike, and I grabbed mine, and we went for a trail.

Singing Tree

We found a trail and turned onto it. Since it had rained the night before yesterday, the ground was very smooth, which was surprising, considering Stephen F. Austin State Park being the muddiest park I ever saw.

We were riding along, enjoying the tall grass, when we heard a screeching noise. It was very high-pitched, and it sounded like a horse neighing; like some kind of noise that you can hear when things are rubbed together.

We thought it was an animal at first, so we looked around, but finally my dad pointed at two trees. He told me, “They are squeaking!”

I laughed and told him it was a lame joke. But he pointed again, and I listened, and… no, I couldn’t believe it… but it was true. The tree was squeaking!

I quickly grabbed out my recorder and recorded it. I was lucky I did, because if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to hear it, but you can.

Here it is!

Download .WAV File: Singing Tree – DS330148.wav

I was so amazed! It turned out that two trees (as you can see in the picture) were rubbing together. They had grown together and were twisted. Whenever the wind blew (that’s the noise you hear in the background), the two trees twisted and rubbed against each other, producing the squeak.

Just moments after finishing the recording, the squeak stopped. The wind stopped, and the squeak stopped. We didn’t hear it for a while, and deemed ourselves lucky.

The Brazos River And New Path

We rode onward. We passed through thick grass and thin grass and large trees and small trees. I was particularly impressed with one of them that towered toward the sky, as you can see in the picture.

Riding on our bikes further and further from civilization, we noticed that grass began to get thicker and thicker. Finally, we merged into another trail.

A small sign said, “Deer Walk << – >> Brazos”. My dad got excited and said he wanted to see the Brazos River.

The path that he wanted to go on had a steep incline for a doormat. My dad pushed his bike up, and I rode up, almost falling backward over. Then we got to the top.

We heard some water sounds. Therefore, my dad and I went on a small trail. And then we saw it.

The Brazos River.

It was huge and brown colored. It’s width was a quarter mile, according to my dad.

I wanted to get a great shot. I climbed up to the tallest place I could reach and then stepped forward. Then I took this shot.

When we were done taking pictures of the Brazos, we stepped back and finished the trail. The trail went up and down and left and right until I was sure that a part of the trail I had just finished was just two trees away.

I rode on and on, with my dad trailing behind, always telling me I was a natural at biking, or telling me I was great, or telling me I was awesome, or something like that.

Then we merged into yet another trail!

I checked the map. We were on the “Cottonwood Trail”. Then I smiled at my dad and told him to ride on.

Amazing Trees

We rode to where we could see the sky, and an amazing tree. I looked up.

It was actually not the tree that was amazing (although you have to admit; it was pretty tall). It was actually the stuff that was on it, or rather the species of fungi that was growing on it.

Catch the drift?

I looked at it a while until I head my dad say the word “In.” I looked at him. He was starring with his mouth slightly open.

I asked him what he meant, but he replied, “In.” Then he pointed.

And I looked at what he was pointing at, and then I saw.

In.

Can you see it in the picture?

I was totally amazed. A big tree, and a small little loop. In.

I turned off and looked forward. I rode on, speechless for about three seconds. Then I laughed. My dad smiled with me.

Of course, my dad had artists eyes, so he quickly spotted some tangled vine. It looked like the tree had started battling, and then it got itself tangled up.

And of course, there was another huge tall tree. It looked like it was trying to stand above the others, even though it already was. All the branches tilted upwards ever so slightly.

It’s not over yet!

I do love saying that, but it’s not over yet, as I am too lazy once more to continue. Please wait.