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Where the creek empties into the lake it forms a large freshwater estuary with lots of nooks and crannies to explore. I saw several herons, turtles and bass breaking the water. As paddled further up the creek, it narrows into a quiet slow moving river. It feels like your entering a cave as the steep forest banks block out the sun's rays. The only noise came from the beautiful King Fishers which scolded me, from above, as I disrupted their fiercely guarded fishing territories.
I stopped at a large sandbar to stretch my legs and enjoy the solitude of Talking Rock Creek. There are minimal signs of human activity here. Shortly after leaving the sandbar I began to hear the rapids. They were just ahead. The water quickly turns from deep green to shallow clear whitewater. Just then I heard a splash. A young buck was crossing the creek about 30 yards behind me.
From here I parked my kayak on an island, and waded through the water to reach the rocky bank. I hiked up the right side of the creek until I couldn't see my kayak. The rocks are easy to climb on but very jagged. During heavy rains this creek rises dramatically. I was hoping to hike to a place called Cedar Cliffs, but that was impossible to do from here - time to head back. Before I took out, I paddled around the lower lake for awhile. Great open flat-water.