Deer Creek
Delphi, Indiana
Last year’s canvas sneakers always started the day stiff from drying on the porch steps. By afternoon, they were soggy, accented in mud, and full of sand from a day’s worth of wading, walking trails, and dragging a beat-up aluminum rowboat over rocks slippery with moss. If you stepped upon a loose piece of slate on the creek bank you were obligated to send it spiraling with a much-practiced flick—always disappointed that it didn't skim further across the water.
