Yonder across the Creek.


Well, it’s not as if the Ecorse Creek at Council Point Park is extraordinarily special.  Most months of the year, it is a murky-looking color of brown.  This body of water is certainly not worthy of reflection like Walden Pond was to Thoreau.  It is merely a portion of the 18-mile-long Ecorse River and is a habitat for many water fowl who live there.

On one side of the Creek is Council Point Park, and, on the opposite side, in some places it borders homes in Wyandotte, and other portions butt up against a wooded area.  There is no bridge to access the other side.

Of significance, is that Council Point Park is right in the middle of our city, and Lincoln Park is hardly a rural area.

When I first began walking at the Park in 2013, I was told tales of coyotes, fox and deer that lived across the Creek in the densely wooded area, and that they would be easy to spot in Winter with all the bare brush and trees and snowy backdrop.  Maybe they were tall tales, because each Winter I crane my neck to catch a glimpse of these critters, but I’ve never seen any.

When I was at the Park yesterday, (on what I termed “Frosty Fingers Friday”), I took several pictures of the ice-covered Creek.  Some portions were solid ice, with huge fallen trees frozen in place, smack dab in the middle of the Creek.


In other portions, you could see the water through the thin ice.


Upon examining the photos I took yesterday, I wondered anew if some of the critters yonder across the Creek would ever attempt to cross to the Park side by walking on the ice?  Hmmm.  Who knows what might be lurking in the brush, besides that roly-poly gopher, as I amble along on my walk?

I needn’t have wondered (or worried) for long, since the 51-degree temps Friday afternoon caused a lot of the ice to dissolve and float down the center of the Creek in the form of mini ice floes.  The mallards were mixing and mingling in the water as chunks of ice drifted past them.  I saw a heron standing on one thin leg, in a stork-like pose, atop a partially submerged tree.  That was my first sighting of the heron since last Fall.  I would have liked to get a photo of him, but I didn’t bring my camera along as the wind was gusting to 25 mph and I didn’t want to get any debris in the camera.

But, not toting the camera with me was a mistake, since it seemed like Ol’ Sol was quite conflicted this morning.  As I wended my way to the Park, I watched the sun repeatedly attempting to peek through the gray mottled sky, adding some pale pastel hues here and there for just a few seconds, then disappearing again.  It would have been an interesting photo.  Just as I arrived at Council Point Park, the sun finally gave up and slunk behind the clouds for good.

I sure was glad I’d donned my Chullo-style hat and tied it under my chin to keep it from going airborne in the stiff breeze.  I always feel like an oversized kid wearing this goofy-looking hat with the earflaps and pom-pom straps, but at least it stayed put and didn’t go somersaulting down the street, or snag onto a branch over the Creek, like my wool caps have done in the past on a breezy day.

The regular crowd has still not returned, perhaps put off by the wicked wind, but the squirrels came out in full force this morning, eager for a treat.

Today I made up for yesterday’s scanty steps by walking about 9,000 steps, which is 4 ½ miles.

Before I left for home, I scanned the Park one more time looking for any unusual critters from across the pond, er … Creek.  Nope, nothing out of the ordinary.  So, perhaps what happens yonder across the Creek, stays yonder across the Creek?  Maybe it’s all just an urban legend?

I may never know, and, as they say “the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.”

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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4 Responses to Yonder across the Creek.

  1. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss “Blowin in the Wind,”…………………………..I enjoyed your tale of the thawed…………Ecorse Creek…………………yes it was nippy this morning with that wind


    • lindasschaub says:

      Glad you liked it Ann Marie. This morning I was talking to the guy who originally told me about the critters across the Creek. He runs there every weekend, and I told him I spoke with a man at Dingell Park (corner of Southfield and Jefferson) and he told me there are deer at Mud Island (near the park) and they swim across to the other island (Zug Island) and all you can see are their antlers and head above the water. I was surprised. He was a nice man, introduced himself as Pastor Robinson, and he/wife live across the street from that venue and go fishing at night … he said they go there in the middle of the night and it is very safe. I know you wouldn’t go in the middle of the night – do you and Steven ever go fishing there? He told me the eagles come down for fish sometimes – catch them in the water.


  2. Cathy Brabant says:

    I live one street over from the creek (Frank & Olive Ave). I always think of the Native Americans who must of come through this area way back when. We have a little over 3 lots. The land was farmed (orchards) before our house was originally built in the 1930s. John teases me because I keep thinking I might find an arrow head when I’m gardening. Our neighbor who lives right on the creek (Frank & Ruth) says he did see a deer last year running down the creek bank. So you never know what might be seen along the creek.


  3. lindasschaub says:

    Cathy – It seems I have read of people finding old arrowheads Downriver, back when we still got “The News Herald” … I discovered Council Point Park when they had the big commemoration to celebrate the anniversary of the Indians landing in that area. I think it was in May of 2013. They had tee pees there and I believe they had a birch bark canoe which they launched right into the Creek I didn’t see the canoe, but saw the tee pees as they left them up the entire weekend (I was there on a Friday and they took over most of the park through Sunday evening). The woman who roller skates at the park, also rides her bike down there as well, so she spends a lot of time at the Park and told me she was there and saw something out of the corner of her eye and it was a deer. She said it just looked at her for the longest time, staring her down, then turned around and ran away. When I first started walking there in 2013 I went down one morning and the walkers were all abuzz about a raccoon that had showed up there. I can’t remember if it was LP Animal Control or the DNR people who came to take it away.


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