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Before the Heat: A Walk in a Wild Pocket Forest
As I sipped my morning coffee, I left the treelined neighborhood of Elmwood and drove down Hampton Road in Dallas, Texas. Just off the corner of Kiest, I pulled off the cement streets and onto an earthen two-track lane that led me to the trailhead of the Kiest Conservation Area.
The air is light before 7 am, and the sun's soft glow has yet to turn into a sweltering ray on the Oak Cliff area. It's that rare part of a Dallas summer morning when the world hasn't baked yet. As I sipped my morning coffee, I left the treelined neighborhood of Elmwood and drove down Hampton Road. Just off the corner of Kiest, I pulled off the cement streets and onto an earthen two-track lane that led me to the trailhead of the Kiest Conservation Area.
Sometimes, the best wild places are those just steps away from your front door.
I was accompanied by my dog, Esme, and she was already leaning into her leash, tail wagging and banging against the backseat as she waited for me to let her out of the car. She knows. Dirt underfoot means we're heading somewhere good. We left the polinator field, which features over 150 different plants next to the trailhead, and stepped into the trees; we were swallowed almost instantly by the lush green wildness.
The air is light before 7 am, and the sun's soft glow has yet to turn into a sweltering ray on the Oak Cliff area. It's that rare part of a Dallas summer morning when the world hasn't baked yet. As I sipped my morning coffee, I left the treelined neighborhood of Elmwood and drove down Hampton Road. Just off the corner of Kiest, I pulled off the cement streets and onto an earthen two-track lane that led me to the trailhead of the Kiest Conservation Area.
Sometimes, the best wild places are those just steps away from your front door.
I was accompanied by my dog, Esme, and she was already leaning into her leash, tail wagging and banging against the backseat as she waited for me to let her out of the car. She knows. Dirt underfoot means we're heading somewhere good. We left the polinator field, which features over 150 different plants next to the trailhead, and stepped into the trees; we were swallowed almost instantly by the lush green wildness.
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