The little creek that runs 800 feet down one side of our property erupts from the ground at the base of a large sinkhole at the back corner of the land. The creek can be traced on maps of the area all the way to the Tennessee River which is about 1.5 miles from us as the crow flies.
I like to think of a single molecule of water making its way from Deerfield all the way to the Gulf of Mexico by way of the Tennessee River and the Tombigbee Waterway. It could also make the trip via the Mississippi River but the Big Muddy would surely lose my little molecule.
The timber cutters say the area around the sinkhole is filled with caves because they felt the vibration of the ground as the log-skidder rumbled over the area. Someone with a leaner body profile than mine will have to do the spelunking.
The little creek as far as I know doesn't have a name, so I hereby christen it "Deerfield Creek."