Almost forgot to post! Let's see, what was I going to put next... ah, I remember, summer vacation at Fort Stevens National Park Fort Stevens (Oregon) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The thing I remember most about Fort Stevens, other than the cool (and kind of spooky) concrete bunkers, was... the frogs! While on a walking tour of the bunkers we discovered some water sitting in the depression of a gun turret. In that water were metamorphosing tadpoles, likely Pacific tree frogs. I remember how fascinated all us kids were by this, so much so that the park ranger couldn't continue the tour until we had satisfied our curiosity about these new little life forms; the tour had turned from a history lesson to a biology class!
The park and campgrounds at Fort Stevens was a veritable Herper Heaven. There were trails along wooded streams, open meadows, ponds... all fully accessible to the snooping of frog loving camp kids. One time my friend, Freddy, and I went with some other kids and went looking for "Swamp frogs" (Pacific Red-legs). There had been one spotted near a bridge in a slow section of the creek near the camp ground, but the water was full of some kind of sludgy stuff that looked like sewage (but didn't smell like it), so none of the other kids wanted to try to catch him... but they knew I wouldI went down to the water, and this tannish looking stuff was thick and gross ( I still to this day wonder what it was!) but there was a big Swamp frog floating right in the middle of it-- I wanted that frog! I tried to get him to swim toward shore by tossing pebbles behind him, but he kept popping under then coming up in a different spot. Finally he came up close to the bank... I crouched over preparing to make a grab at him-- and slipped and fell into the creek! When I came up I was covered head to toe in mystery muck... but I also had my frog!
I proudly toted him back to camp but I didn't get to keep him for long, unfortunately. My mother let out a shriek that would have woken the dead when she caught sight of me... lol. She made Freddy take my frog back where we got him and I had to be washed off with a garden hose (that water was COLD!) and then had no less than two baths in the camp showers, one in my clothes and one without... I swear mom almost scrubbed the skin off of me! I was given a good chewing out and threatened NEVER to do anything like that again... it didn't keep me from becoming mired up to my knees in green slimy mud during another frog adventure later on, though, lol!
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I went down to the water, and this tannish looking stuff was thick and gross ( I still to this day wonder what it was!) but there was a big Swamp frog floating right in the middle of it-- I wanted that frog! I tried to get him to swim toward shore by tossing pebbles behind him, but he kept popping under then coming up in a different spot. Finally he came up close to the bank... I crouched over preparing to make a grab at him-- and slipped and fell into the creek! When I came up I was covered head to toe in mystery muck... but I also had my frog!
I proudly toted him back to camp but I didn't get to keep him for long, unfortunately. My mother let out a shriek that would have woken the dead when she caught sight of me... lol. She made Freddy take my frog back where we got him and I had to be washed off with a garden hose (that water was COLD!) and then had no less than two baths in the camp showers, one in my clothes and one without... I swear mom almost scrubbed the skin off of me! I was given a good chewing out and threatened NEVER to do anything like that again... it didn't keep me from becoming mired up to my knees in green slimy mud during another frog adventure later on, though, lol!
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I promise I will get all my froggle postings done today (Sunday) so I can get onto photos and videos on Monday! (I feel like such a schmuck, meh...)

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