A Little Creek In The Ozarks

We left the woods after finishing the hike to Bearcat Hollow, saying goodbye to all the ticks. A few hours later, a storm system pushed through the Ozarks. Dark and forbidding clouds passed by overhead:





And after dark, the skies were lit up by flashes of lightning. The bolts seemed to dance across the sky.



The next day we went to visit a magical little spot in the Ozark Mountains. We turned off the pavement of Hwy. 7 onto a bumpy dirt road, which ran down into the woods. Along way we stopped by this oddly-shaped old house, and I ran out to get a picture. I think it kinda looks like a mushroom, like it's something that the Smurfs would live in. I'm guessing it has a good amount of attic space here:



And then we made it to this scenic little creek in the woods, which isn't too far from the Ozark Highlands Trail.



We spent a good amount of time here taking pictures of the creek and the massive boulders that sit in the water.









And another part of the same creek (this part is actually on private property - we had permission to be there).





A large boulder sat by the creek, and one side was covered with a thick carpet of moss. And growing through the moss were some tiny little ferns.



And after that it was time to leave the mountains and head back to the city. It had been a good visit, but I'm sure all the ticks were sad to see me go.