Recent intelligence gathering indicated the presence of a group of likely overwintering red-headed woodpeckers, including two adults, at another park in the area so I went to investigate. Again I found them immediately, as they were actively foraging and calling frequently. Their ‘rattle’ call is quite distinctive and often precedes a visual ID. Lighting was more favorable today, so here are a few photos accompanying a report on my findings.
Adult Red-headed Woodpecker strikes the classic woodpecker pose at Black Marsh, North Point State Park.
Adult Red-headed Woodpecker at Black Marsh, North Point State Park.
Adult Red-headed Woodpecker at Black Marsh, North Point State Park.
An immature Red-headed Woodpecker glares at the photographer, North Point State Park.
After spending way too much time attempting to photograph the woodpeckers I continued on from the Black Marsh Wildlands into the rest of the park. First I took the Powerhouse Trail.
Powerhouse Trail at North Point State Park.
Rising up out of the woods before me came the trail’s namesake…
Powerhouse at North Point State Park.
Powerhouse at North Point State Park.
The property that is now North Point State Park was formerly a local attraction known as the Bay Shore Amusement Park during the first half of the 20th Century, and there was streetcar service extending to the park from the city (extremely hard to imagine today in this rabidly car-centric region). This concrete monolith provided power to the streetcars. Now it serves as an informal art gallery for graffiti artists:
Inside the powerhouse at North Point State Park: ‘Find the roots of everything.’
After leaving the powerhouse I took a spur trail to gaze upon the Chesapeake Bay.
Chesapeake Bay from overlook at North Point State Park.
Friendly people had left sand art on the beach.
Friendly people were here…
After scanning the Bay for waterfowl and only finding a few bufflehead and a single double-crested cormorant, I left the park and drove farther down the peninsula to where it dead ends at Fort Howard, the former coastal artillery headquarters for Baltimore. Fort Howard has a rich military history, which I will not go into here but you can certainly read about it to your heart’s content elsewhere on the internet. The park is rather bedraggled and largely unused, likely due to its remote location. But there are some nice spots. Of course I only photographed the horrible ones because that’s just how I am.
The Brandon Shores Generating Station, viewed from Fort Howard. A 2011 NRDC report based on EPA data described it as releasing the second highest amount of toxic air pollutants annually in the U.S.
Despite the glaring lack of visitors, there are more picnic tables and trash cans at Fort Howard than I’ve seen at any other park. I was curious about the trailer in the photo below but simultaneously afraid so I chose not to get any closer. I thought if I called the number someone might be willing to divulge the contents but then this person would have my phone number. So I didn’t call. I find that life is an ongoing process of weighing the pros and cons of situations like this.
Scenic picnic area where I chose not to consume my lunch. (Note: if you call the number please leave a comment below.)
After passing the scenic picnic area I came upon this:
Menacing…
Again, I wasn’t sure what to do here. Were they keeping women locked inside or barring them from entry. I couldn’t tell, but I didn’t hear any cries for help and without bolt cutters there was not much I could have done. So I left. No doubt this decision will haunt me for quite some time…
s. d. stewart 