Along the drain, this is not Little Black Creek.
At the mouth of Little Black Creek, we had fun here and played in the "quicksand". It sucked my boot down so deep Marie had to grabbed my arm and save me from being pulled under!
There were gulls.
We crossed the creek and continued through the woods, now we are north of Little Black Creek.
Here we are high above the mouth of the creek looking south.
This is a moss I have been seeing often this year and I can't say I remember it from years past. I'm not sure what kind of moss it is.
On one of the bridges we found this tribute to Dillon. Later online we found a blog about Dillon, a little boy born too soon.
Peaceful Little Black Creek, a wonderful day.