Original Image Note: Lake Griffy, earlier on this year before the foliage busted out all over the place. I would like to go back down there now that it’s more greened out but we’ll see if that happens. The creak that runs into the lake is just really beautiful, I love the color of it and with the colors of the slowly wakening forest it was beautiful. This is first of two images that go together titled, ‘Creak Monster Romance’, one of the top twenty places to take your creak monster sweat heart. A location that is sure to woe her and make her fall head over heels in love with you. This prime location is good for a number of reasons. Deeper water near by to hide from, a fair number of unsuspecting visitors around the water and in boats on the lake, and it includes a number of small water ways and marshy areas that are perfect for birthing baby creak monsters. The lake is also located in an area that contains large amounts of lime stone, a rock that creak monsters find quiet taste and is key in the growth of the young creak monsters after they are born. V. Yes, the creek there on the right looks like prime territory. I like the green stuff and the way it ripples away in the distance. J. I can just see a pair of googly eyes peeking up out of it, floating slowly closer to you. Honey, is that a log? Yes, of course dear what else would it be? A few minutes later: It’s moving towards us… are you sure there aren’t any crocodiles in here? Sweatheart we’re in the middle of the United States for crying out-loud there are no crocodiles or alligators up here. What… what about that movie? What movie? Lake Placid. Dear, that was a movie nothing more. It’s not real. But that log… it really is getting closer. Shall I poke it and roll it over for you? (rummages around for a stick) Will that make you feel better. Honey it’s got eyes!Finds a stick: Of course it does dear (pulls on stick and it doesn’t come up), just give me a minute over here. Wow that was one stubborn stick, I didn’t think I was ever going to get it up. (finally managed to break the stick with a well placed hiking boot and a strong arm) Now, dear I’ll show you it’s just a… log.View full size

Original Image Note: Lake Griffy, earlier on this year before the foliage busted out all over the place. I would like to go back down there now that it’s more greened out but we’ll see if that happens.


The creak that runs into the lake is just really beautiful, I love the color of it and with the colors of the slowly wakening forest it was beautiful. This is first of two images that go together titled, ‘Creak Monster Romance’, one of the top twenty places to take your creak monster sweat heart. A location that is sure to woe her and make her fall head over heels in love with you. This prime location is good for a number of reasons. Deeper water near by to hide from, a fair number of unsuspecting visitors around the water and in boats on the lake, and it includes a number of small water ways and marshy areas that are perfect for birthing baby creak monsters. The lake is also located in an area that contains large amounts of lime stone, a rock that creak monsters find quiet taste and is key in the growth of the young creak monsters after they are born.

V. Yes, the creek there on the right looks like prime territory. I like the green stuff and the way it ripples away in the distance.

J. I can just see a pair of googly eyes peeking up out of it, floating slowly closer to you.

Honey, is that a log?

Yes, of course dear what else would it be?

A few minutes later: It’s moving towards us… are you sure there aren’t any crocodiles in here?

Sweatheart we’re in the middle of the United States for crying out-loud there are no crocodiles or alligators up here.

What… what about that movie?

What movie?

Lake Placid.

Dear, that was a movie nothing more. It’s not real.

But that log… it really is getting closer.

Shall I poke it and roll it over for you? (rummages around for a stick) Will that make you feel better.

Honey it’s got eyes!

Finds a stick: Of course it does dear (pulls on stick and it doesn’t come up), just give me a minute over here. Wow that was one stubborn stick, I didn’t think I was ever going to get it up. (finally managed to break the stick with a well placed hiking boot and a strong arm) Now, dear I’ll show you it’s just a… log.

The Dreaded Human Addiction V. Something lurking down there, but can’t quite tell what it is… Oh, wait! It’s moving! J. Slowly inching it’s way beneath the snow…. it’s the river monster attempting in vain to escape from the confines of the river, to breath out while there is snow upon the ground because only then can he walk on dry earth. The snow creates a buffer layer between him and the cruel water sucking earth that would normally be fatal! V. Getting ready to pounce, I’m sure! Or is he just dying for someone to read him a story? J. That story was just so good, it made me so hungry that… well, I just couldn’t resist a little nibble and after a nibble, well you might as well go for the mouthful. V. Exactly, that’s how monsters succumb to “human addiction”. J. Ah yes the dreaded ”human addiction”, it is afflicting more and more creak monsters of late. Their natural food supply is simply diminishing and the tasty but addictive human’s are growing more and more abundant giving the poor creak monster little opption. V. Another instance of human encroachment on wildlife habitat! Well, at least humans are edible, eh…!? And if they’re also addictive, well, that’s a great bonus! Helps cut down the human population and feeds the creek monsters…) J. Only perhaps then we might end up with an over abundance of creak monsters and then were would we be? When their hunger and their addiction gets so bad that they try and creep out of the creaks more? In the winder when it snows enough to allow them to travel farther and farther from the safety of the water? Mmmm and the down fall of the human race has been found. V. When the city streets and parks are crawling with creek monsters! Aaagh! J. Lions, Tigers and Creak Monsters! Oh My! V. :) This conversation was carried out via DeviantArt, by my friend vanilla-vanilla and myself. Feel free to browse around this conversation and for others which may or may not appear here at a future date. I hope your day/evening is a good one.View full size

The Dreaded Human Addiction

V. Something lurking down there, but can’t quite tell what it is… Oh, wait! It’s moving!

J. Slowly inching it’s way beneath the snow…. it’s the river monster attempting in vain to escape from the confines of the river, to breath out while there is snow upon the ground because only then can he walk on dry earth. The snow creates a buffer layer between him and the cruel water sucking earth that would normally be fatal!

V. Getting ready to pounce, I’m sure! Or is he just dying for someone to read him a story?

J. That story was just so good, it made me so hungry that… well, I just couldn’t resist a little nibble and after a nibble, well you might as well go for the mouthful.

V. Exactly, that’s how monsters succumb to “human addiction”.

J. Ah yes the dreaded ”human addiction”, it is afflicting more and more creak monsters of late. Their natural food supply is simply diminishing and the tasty but addictive human’s are growing more and more abundant giving the poor creak monster little opption.

V. Another instance of human encroachment on wildlife habitat! Well, at least humans are edible, eh…!? And if they’re also addictive, well, that’s a great bonus! Helps cut down the human population and feeds the creek monsters…)

J. Only perhaps then we might end up with an over abundance of creak monsters and then were would we be? When their hunger and their addiction gets so bad that they try and creep out of the creaks more? In the winder when it snows enough to allow them to travel farther and farther from the safety of the water? Mmmm and the down fall of the human race has been found.

V. When the city streets and parks are crawling with creek monsters! Aaagh!

J. Lions, Tigers and Creak Monsters! Oh My!

V. :)

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Creak Monster Munch 2 V. There’s that river monster again, just below the surface… This one also has a nice mood; I like the almost b/w quality. J. Ah, but you know now the river monster doesn’t feel the need to break free because he can come up and breath whenever he wants to. So he’s not as restless as he is when the river is frozen over completely. V. Tis the season where he loves to stick his neck out and stretch after a winter under the ice… J. He’s like, “MMmm… I can just smell all that freedom and all those tasty hiker toes in their yummy stinky hiking boots… and I can’t wait to eats me some of those!” V. Oh, I have a pair of hiking boots he can have… I’ll keep my feet, though! J. There you go. Fishing for creak monsters by taking off your hiking boots and dangling them in the water instead of your toes. You are definitely one of the smarter hikers around. V. Hopefully that’ll keep me out of the monster’s belly for another season. This conversation was conducted on DeviantArt between my friend vanilla-vanilla and myself krazysidhe. For it and other conversations feel free to hunt around, we hope you’ve enjoyed today’s installment.View full size

Creak Monster Munch 2

V. There’s that river monster again, just below the surface… This one also has a nice mood; I like the almost b/w quality.

J. Ah, but you know now the river monster doesn’t feel the need to break free because he can come up and breath whenever he wants to. So he’s not as restless as he is when the river is frozen over completely.

V. Tis the season where he loves to stick his neck out and stretch after a winter under the ice…

J. He’s like, “MMmm… I can just smell all that freedom and all those tasty hiker toes in their yummy stinky hiking boots… and I can’t wait to eats me some of those!”

V. Oh, I have a pair of hiking boots he can have… I’ll keep my feet, though!

J. There you go. Fishing for creak monsters by taking off your hiking boots and dangling them in the water instead of your toes. You are definitely one of the smarter hikers around.

V. Hopefully that’ll keep me out of the monster’s belly for another season.

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Creak Monster Munch

V. Nice… It looks very soft and inviting. Maybe go for a swim…

J. It’s warmer in here, come and jump in you know that you want to. That’s the water monster whispering to you, telling you that you really do want to go for a swim. And he wants a snack.

V. Probably wants to nibble my toes…!

J. AH but the problem with a nibble, is that creak water monsters are deceptive. The creak might not be very deep but they are really very big and long because they smoosh down and spread out. So that in the end a nibble for water monster is actually very large bite for you and me.

V. You mean big like no more toes? or off at the knees?

J. Rather somewhere in the middle I think. Rather like off at the ankle but you might not realize it right away because he has very sharp teeth. So, you’d probably be trying to walk away and fall over flat on your face because you don’t have foot that you thought was there, only it wasn’t really there… And then maybe all of you would fall through the ice if you fall hard enough and that’s when he gets those nice big meals that keep him fed throughout the year.

V. OK, I’ll keep the tootsies out of the water!

J. Just dabble them in the edge while you lean over and put the boot in the deeper water. Then you can get your feet wet and not get your toes munched off—though I can’t guarantee your creak monster won’t have bigger teeth and take off your whole arm—and it will be all good. Save for the walking back to the car or trail head without two boots, which could prove problematic depending on what type of trail it is.

V. Yes, I can see myself limping back down the trail with one boot and one arm…

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V. You know it’s lurking there, ready to grab any stray boots! J. MUNCH! V. Aaaagh! My $200 dollar boot! [dives in to retrieve the expensive snack…] J. Do you make an even more expensive snack? How does your life compare in value to the half of a pair of $200 dollar boots? V. Ah, OK, it took a couple of days to do the tally, and the verdict is… The boots are the most expensive part! J. I don’t know i would think that the feet are rather more irreplaceable then the boots. V. Turns out, however, that I have magical feet that keep growing back after being chewed off. Only they always grow back in pairs, so I always have an odd number of feet. This week it’s 7. I suppose I could even them out by having two chewed off at once, but that would still be odd. J. Hahahah! Next time you should try and hand and see what happens with that. You may magically end up with an extra pair of helping hands for the trouble. V. Ooh! Yes, then I’d have 7 feet and 4 hands, which would be a trifle odd… J. Aye, it would be rather odd; however, it could be mighty useful as well, or they might just get in the way… I wonder if you could roll around on seven feet instead of walking. You’d probably end up going in circles and looking like a deformed clown balloon. V. Wow! I’d almost like to try that, but people might be a little hesitant to approach me… J. Ah but they would be so shocked and amazed by what you can do that their mouths would drop open all the way to the ground and their eyes would get big and round like dinner plates. Then you could roll up to them and go ‘Boo’ in a very small voice and they would fall over backwards. Thus you could approach them because they’d be in awe and unable to run away. V. That would be quite a social advantage! J. Not to mention always having a helping hand when you need it. V. And helping feet, too. I would be a one-man dance team. Play two pipe organs at once. J. You’d be a really great tap dancer and just imagine what you could do to the piano. I saw a duet one time that was two guys playing the piano at once, that was really neat. V. Oh, yeah! Wow, I’d be like Fred Astaire, squared! Oh, and the piano… I’d be able to play all of the Schubert “piano, four hands” literature on my own… [Not sure if you know, but there’s a whole genre of piano music for two people at one piano; it was popular in the days when people had pianos in their parlors and everyone knew how to play, so married couples and sweethearts often played such pieces, I think…] J. I actually didn’t know anything about that. But, I found that there was something very moving about watching two people playing together. There was something beautiful about it, even more then the dance piece that was going on—which wasn’t overly inspiring. This conversation in it’s entirety took place here and was conducted by vanilla-vanilla and myself along with a number of others that may eventually find their way here.View full size

V. You know it’s lurking there, ready to grab any stray boots!

J. MUNCH!

V. Aaaagh! My $200 dollar boot! [dives in to retrieve the expensive snack…]

J. Do you make an even more expensive snack? How does your life compare in value to the half of a pair of $200 dollar boots?

V. Ah, OK, it took a couple of days to do the tally, and the verdict is… The boots are the most expensive part!

J. I don’t know i would think that the feet are rather more irreplaceable then the boots.

V. Turns out, however, that I have magical feet that keep growing back after being chewed off. Only they always grow back in pairs, so I always have an odd number of feet. This week it’s 7. I suppose I could even them out by having two chewed off at once, but that would still be odd.

J. Hahahah! Next time you should try and hand and see what happens with that. You may magically end up with an extra pair of helping hands for the trouble.

V. Ooh! Yes, then I’d have 7 feet and 4 hands, which would be a trifle odd…

J. Aye, it would be rather odd; however, it could be mighty useful as well, or they might just get in the way… I wonder if you could roll around on seven feet instead of walking. You’d probably end up going in circles and looking like a deformed clown balloon.

V. Wow! I’d almost like to try that, but people might be a little hesitant to approach me…

J. Ah but they would be so shocked and amazed by what you can do that their mouths would drop open all the way to the ground and their eyes would get big and round like dinner plates. Then you could roll up to them and go ‘Boo’ in a very small voice and they would fall over backwards. Thus you could approach them because they’d be in awe and unable to run away.

V. That would be quite a social advantage!

J. Not to mention always having a helping hand when you need it.

V. And helping feet, too. I would be a one-man dance team. Play two pipe organs at once.

J. You’d be a really great tap dancer and just imagine what you could do to the piano. I saw a duet one time that was two guys playing the piano at once, that was really neat.

V. Oh, yeah! Wow, I’d be like Fred Astaire, squared! Oh, and the piano… I’d be able to play all of the Schubert “piano, four hands” literature on my own… [Not sure if you know, but there’s a whole genre of piano music for two people at one piano; it was popular in the days when people had pianos in their parlors and everyone knew how to play, so married couples and sweethearts often played such pieces, I think…]

J. I actually didn’t know anything about that. But, I found that there was something very moving about watching two people playing together. There was something beautiful about it, even more then the dance piece that was going on—which wasn’t overly inspiring.

This conversation in it’s entirety took place here and was conducted by vanilla-vanilla and myself along with a number of others that may eventually find their way here.