When I was a kid growing up in Bridge City, Texas, my buddies and I would hang out in a section of woods that borders a marsh. We would build trails through the woods, tree houses, go camping, just do what kids did.
As my buddies and I got older, we stopped hanging out in the woods and started socializing more. After we stopped maintaining the trails, they were slowly reclaimed by nature. Within just a few years the trails were almost impassible.
Two decades later, Hurricane Rita pushed through the area and uprooted a lot of the old oak trees.
While visiting with my mom and dad for Thanksgiving, I took a camera and headed off into the old trails.