Finding Ulysses

The Trumansburg Creek is feeling down from the highs of the spring melt, and human residents of the village seem to be in a similar mood.

Okay, frappuccino isn’t truly a mood, but it is, nonetheless, the sense of Trumansburg Creek that I got when I stopped by its banks on the way to downtown today. Cold, whipped up, a dirty murky color with chunks of chopped up ice swirling all through it, and a white foamy top at the base [...]

Water flowed into Trumansburg Creek for most of the day today from a big leak just outside the Trumansburg Conservatory of Fine Arts.

Some deer, and some small critters, seem to come that way, but most of all, the bank above the gorge seems to be visited by dogs with large paws.

Just seen: A kingfisher flying over Main Street. The shallow waters of Trumansburg Creek may not be deep enough to hold fish to interest human anglers, but it adds a great deal of depth to our village nonetheless.