My earliest remembrances of creeks dates back to around '62 or '63. My oldest brothers graduated from E.W. Grove high school in 1960 & 1961, and enrolled in UT. With my parents I would go to Knoxville to visit them & off to the Great Smokies we would head. I would have to say that, as a child, seeing bears had to be my most memorable experience, but wading into an ice cold mountain stream in the heat of late August also has a special spot in my memories of that time.
After high school I revisited the Smoky Mountain National Park & had the pure pleasure of going to sleep beside the rushing waters of a mountain creek. My buddies had found a place to camp which they had named the “Fields of Ambrosia” in the Nantahala National Forest, & it was a little bit of Heaven in North Carolina!
As I write this blog, I should mention that I am in the Smokies, again. We have seen some creeks this week. Yesterday, as we were riding in the mountains, we followed a stream that was about 30 feet wide and running mighty quickly. I can really tell I am getting older. As a kid I just had to go swimming. As a young adult, I had to wash my face, & sometimes take a bath in fast running creeks. At 54 years of age, I am very content to pull up beside a creek and just watch it.
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I love creeks, too, and some of the prettiest are in the Smokies. Waterfalls rank right up there, as well, and often go hand in hand.
One of my favorite creek memories is cooling off in a rushing stream after hiking in the mountains of southern California: waterfalls in the background, big rocks to lie on, and cold, cold water from the melting snow above.
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