Marine Creek Lake

It was February 5th, 1:45 in the afternoon, sitting at 64 degrees (my favorite running weather) when I stood at the edge of Marine Creek Lake. Looking over the lake, I thought, no way this trail is six miles. Yet, the striking blue water stretched wider than I expected. The day's breeze created soft ripples that rushed to the shore. I heard birds somewhere in the trees, their chirps telling my ears what my eyes could not see. Every gust of wind rustled the shrubs, creating a soft shimmering sound. The tapping of my running shoes meeting the pavement settled into a rhythm coordinated with my breath.

Tall stands of common reed (Phragmites australis) lined the water's edge. Their dry seeds rattled; the deep rust color was complimentary to the azure blue. As I continued down the path, a stretch of bald cypress trees stood bare for the winter. Dense Texas live oaks shaded an empty bench. Clusters of mistletoe clung high in the branches of taller trees. Not everything was native, however. A deceptively beautiful indigo cluster of berries popped against the otherwise muted landscape. The heavy bunches belonged to Chinese privet, an invasive shrub that has taken refuge among many North Texas waterways. 



The lake itself was shaped like a star. As I ran, the path pulled me toward the center of the water and then back out again. It distorted my sense of distance but ultimately the predicted loop distance was correct. A perfect 6 miles. I ran a little extra grabbing photos of the landscape and identifying plants so I ended up hitting 6.5 miles (my first 10K!). 


Something that made me laugh as I made my way along the path was the “beach” I found in Fort Worth. The shoreline curved inward into a small crescent of sand bordered by a floating dock and a rock breakwater. It looked like a miniature ocean beach, likely engineered for recreation.

Edward Abbey likely would not have appreciated how carefully managed this park is. Marine Creek is designed for people: paved paths, shoreline access, parking lots, infrastructure overhead. Even a large water pipeline crosses above the trail, a reminder that this lake is part of the city’s larger water system. 


And yet, without that human centered design, I would not have run there at all.

Toward the end of my run, the trail climbed onto the dam.

  

On my left was the water. On my right was Highway 820. I felt exposed, as if every passing car could see me running. Well probably becuase they could. It felt like standing in between two different definitions of movement - stored water on one side and constant traffic on the other. The contrast captured what many parks in DFW feel like: nature bordered, contained, and pressed right up against infrastructure.

I felt a sense of gratitude for what the outdoors had done for my mood that day. Six and a half miles of open sky, sun on my skin, wind in the trees, and pure joy. Maybe Abbey would have rolled his eyes at the paved path, but I, and many others, are grateful for recreational spaces like this one.


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  1. williams.dan76February 24, 2026 at 11:11 AM

    Absolutely one of the best blog posts I've read all semester. Thanks, Kristen.

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