On The Snowy Hills of Contentnea Creek

I just thought that I would share a few pictures of what my son and I did yesterday in Snow Hill, my small and countrified hometown. I recently discovered the cutest little creek that my grandmother had long forgotten about. It seems that mostly just fisherman and maybe the occasional fourwheeler or two go down there for a good time.

Apparently, Indians used to live near Contentnea Creek. Where there isn't grass and wooded area the sand there is white. The Indians thought the banks of the creek were like "snowy hills." According to local legend this is how Snow Hill got its name. (There had to be some explanation because there is certainly no snow in Snow Hill.)

While little Emma slept at my grandma's house, I took Carver for a romp around the creek. It was quiet and peaceful, with one little fisherman lazily floating down the creek in his boat. In some places the banks were high and clift-like and we got our workout climbing up and down them. If I lived closer I'm positive that I would come for a run down here because there's a dirt path for trucks and fourwheelers that goes farther down into the woods and beside the creek than I could go in my SUV without scratching it up. We usually walk most days around our neighborhood, but the walk we took in the woods yesterday was such a nice break from the busy-ness of our town.