I promised Gray that after my bad attitude yesterday I would take him to the other side of the creek, back upstream. A beautiful morning (except for the yellow flies!) awaited us. Such a contrast to the horrors of yesterday. Did ALL of Julington Creek look like this at one point in time? We paddled for about a mile before a big fallen tree blocked out path. We could have dragged our boats over the log but decided we had enough beauty for one day.