There's a little waterway that comes down out of the mountain then twists and turns its way through the farm to the junction with a larger stream.
I don't usually walk there. On Saturday I felt like a change of scenery so that's where I headed.
I doubt it will survive another flood.
Evidence of previous floods:
Down near the shady bend in the creek where Sammy was distracted by some movement or smell on the other side, there are some large, gnarly old poplars.
I took this shot leaning with my back against the tree and pointing up. Freaky!