Cottonwood Grove Creek

To the west of White Tail Gander, lies a grassy meadow that has a clay banked creek winding through it, cutting through a grove of tall ancient cottonwood trees, the creek gets its name from. A cool retreat in the summer, and great protection from the harsh winters, these trees have withstood the test of time, many of which are hundreds of years old, and bases broad enough to hide the biggest horse behind. In the summer time, the cottonwood seed flies like snow a few different times in the summer. There a few large trees that had fallen over the creek, which makes crossing for the young and meek easier. The clay banks can be quite sticky, suck down on any hoof that stays stationary too long in its muck. The grove is home to more than just any equine. Groups of turkey call the grove home especially in the winter, deer, bear, cougars, and other game take refuge here in the eeriness of the grove. It's been heard that Indian would inhabit the grove under the circumstances. Old evidence of broken bows, and other weapons can be found here and there that proves this to be right.