The trail at the bottom of the descent down to Whites Creek had been washed out, and parts of the trail were knee-deep in running water. Nothing unexpected after all the rain we have had. I crossed Whites Creek a little bit more to the west than usual, where I took the above photograph before crossing.

I backtracked once I’d got to the trail on the other side, and the original crossing point was a mess with downed trees and debris. In fact, most of the trail from here to Fiddler Spring was a mess, with the trail having recently been several feet underwater. The leaf litter and other debris was formidable.