An Hour By The Creek
April 23, 2006
In
spring, the Rocky Mountain snow melts into liquid torrents,
over-filling rivers, streams and creeks. It's a wondrous sight to
behold, from the vantage point of a creekside rock. The torrent is at
its peak of snowmelt in late April.
I have a favorite spot by
a creek in a wilderness canyon near my home. This spot is my refuge,
where I spend peaceful hours blending with nature.
I
injured my feet last July, and haven't been to my refuge spot since.
Nine months after the big injury, I am now able to hike on a flat trail
for a distance of about half a mile. After such long confinement, this
is highly exciting!
Today, Gypsy the dog and I packed our usual backpack materials: water
bottle, apple, 3 dog cookies, sunglasses. What freedom it was, to hike
again! Gypsy joyously bounded around the boulder pile, to our hidden
sandy creek shore under the pines. Surprisingly, there was no torrent
at all. Instead, the creek was a narrow muddy swath with a
two-inch-deep trickle. If this is the peak water volume of the year,
we're in trouble! The drought worsens.
Gypsy
splashed in the cold, sparkling snowmelt, inviting me to join her. The
pristine water felt wonderful on such a hot day! Then we hopped up on
a boulder and sat, leaning against one another, lost in gazing at the
creek. Our reverie was disturbed by the unexpected sight of Gary's
motorcycle pulling up across the creek from us. He came to surprise
us! Soon our family of three sat together on the boulder, leaning on
one another, gazing at the creek.
That hour by the creek felt like a month of delight.
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