It looked to me as though the Sweet Betsy was dancing on the leaves.
The remains of a little dead bat were on the ground under the registration board. He was dried out and hollowed out.
Some people called to us from a car as we were walking from the tent campground to the picnic area. I recognized Clyde's voice even though I did not get a good look at him in the car. This was such a surprise. We ran up the hill to the parking lot for hugs all around.
We all agreed that it was probably 2011 when we saw them last. We had met in Melbourne, Florida when they came into our marina with a boat just like ours. We met from time to time during our boating life including one winter when they stayed in Marathon. We even parked our Navion in their driveway one year for a couple days visit. That was memorable because Andy ended up in the emergency room with a kidney stone. That was passed.
Even though we do not normally leave our post on the weekends, we went to the Beantrees in Hartford, TN for lunch on the Pigeon River. It was great fun to catch up with old boating friends. They knew we are here because they read the blog. We know they live a few hours away, but it was still quite a shock to see them here in Big Creek. They told us they drive to the mountains periodically for a short overnight trip and made a last-minute decision to stop in to see us. I am so glad they did.
The horse campground is full for the weekend. The horses were slightly curious when I walked up to them with my camera. They did not react to the flash at all.
Here, Andy is walking along the loop road in the horse campground in front of Site 1.
I tried to get a picture of the scene from one of the picnic tables along Big Creek. This is the first one downstream of the bridge. Perhaps I should have taken a video to also capture the sound of the creek and more of the scene.