One of the oldest Creek legends from the Okefenokee tells of starving hunters who stumbled onto a hidden island deep in the swamp — inhabited by a tribe of women called the Daughters of the Sun. The women fed them, guided them out, and were sought for years but never seen again. Old-timers say that's why you don't push too deep into the swamp.
What's a place you've been where you felt like you weren't supposed to keep going? 👇