I have never heard of a karst. When we started the hiking trail, we saw the
warning;” beware; entering active karst terrain, stay on the trail.” I asked John if he had the bear spray with him, I did not want to encounter a karst unprepared. The trail
led us to a huge hole partially filled with water.
The karst apparently
caused this hole, they must be huge, some sort of Bigfoot? Maybe it is a
monster like in the Loch Ness? I grabbed Johns arm for protection. We walked
gently around the hole looking for the karst. Was it living in the depths? There were some huge holes along the trail. This monster must be enormous.
Were these holes made by the karst‘s heavy foot?
I tried to stay on the trail and got my leg stuck in one very large hole. John pulled me out. I was getting scared. I spotted a lookout tower on the hill.
That will be a safe place to get a good
view and spot the beast. The bottom section of ladder had been torn away. I had to
stretch high to grab the lowest rung.
As I grabbed the window at the top, my foot slipped and I tumbled down amid the broken glass..
Too scared to be hurt, I ran back to the car,
anxious to get away, positive the karst had grabbed my leg and caused my fall. We drove further into the park, we wanted to know more about the karst. Another trail took us to
the Salt Plains. The trees along the path were dead, covered in lichen and very spooky.
We silently followed the narrow trail. Before too long ,the woods opened up to a shocking sight. I could not believe my eyes.
Rocks lay scattered all over the plains, as if discarded. That’s when I found out about the diet of the karst. They eat the rocks. The flat plains were strewn with the remains of their meals. Granite rocks showed the marks where the karst had chewed pieces and spit them out.
Other rocks were
crushed and all that remained was a few crumbs.
We wandered through the plains
Was this real? Have we stumbled upon another world? Even the plants
were different. Rubbery, they had the feel of an artificial plant.
I had to have a rest, worn out from all my wondering.
was crawling in insects of all sorts. The black flies were the most annoying,
getting under our glasses and biting. It was time to get out of this strange
and mysterious land. No wonder it is a Unesco World Heritage site. It is like no other place I have ever seen. I am happy to leave, it is too spooky and scary for me. Why is this place called Wood Buffalo National Park and where are all the buffalo? Have they been eaten by the karst?
- The White Desert, Accretionary Wedge #37 (bnselim.wordpress.com)
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