Deer Creek

A few miles north of the foggy place, we came to another sight where I just had to stop for pictures. I think it was called Deer Creek, but if not, I don't care. It was purdy, and in my mind and tags it shall forever remain Deer Creek.

Can't you just imagine this as a magic river, where you might sail through the fog and come out in another time and place entirely? I sure can.


Just like in Louisiana there are trees growing straight outta the water.


So quiet, tranquil and mysterious.


I just love fog on water. Sigh. This image gives me a Jurassic Park vibe, you might expect a huge Brontosaur to cross it anytime.