Yellow River, high water

 The Yellow River was yellow on Valentine’s Day. It was carrying a lot of sand with some clay after the rains. The current seemed to be moving at 3 or 4 mph.

About a mile and a half south of the Rock Bridge, a natural formation of boulders that the Cherokee and Choctaw used as a crossing, the river takes a hard left, turning to the east. We’re on the eastern side of the Eastern Divide, meaning the Yellow River eventually flows into the Atlantic. Over the ridge along Rockbridge Road, the watershed of the Chattahoochee flows into the Gulf of Mexico.

A little creek empties into the river near the bend, and Gunter, the enormous dog, wanted to explore. 

Valentine’s Day is also his birthday, and so we went, curious to see what was so interesting to him. The creek has sandy banks. Gunter found tracks showing where deer had crossed the creek and raccoon had fished in it.

Another furlong below the creek are some rapids. We climbed the bluff on the south bank and listened to the river sing.