The Creek

Saturday morning, I woke Steve up at 6, "Lets go right now. Lets go wake up the boys - we promised." John John (the oldest) was awake when we got there - so I climbed in bed with James. I petted him and talked to him, and finally said, "Are you going with Nanna Shannon and Papa Steve or do you want to stay here ?" He sprang up - grinned so big, and jumped in my arms.

When we left there, we stopped at the Mill Pond Creek where I took the photos last weekend.

"I want to get out. I want to go down to the water this time." So Steve stopped the truck, and we played on the bridge, waded below the cans, and the boys dropped rocks in the upper side and ran to the low point where the cans spit out the rocks to the pool. The boys were fascinated for about one hour. I did get good shots.

This is the old Butterfield bridge. The old stage route heading north. I'd like to get a closer look, maybe even on top, but the rocks are so slippery and I had my sandals on.

When we left there, we went to Katherine's favorite creek, Lee Creek. Now I'm not sure if her favorite spot was the canoe landing or not, but that is where I wanted to go, mainly to take pictures for her, so that she may look at them and find tranquility.

These are for you Katherine....

After they made it across, they came back for me. I waded almost half way up stream with them, the water just as clear as glass, but it never got above their chests.

Then the rains came, me in the middle of the creek, sun shining, boys squealing. It was absolutely beautiful.

This fawn watched us leave. We stopped the truck and even talked to it and it kept listening. I think it was John Paul's doing, his way of saying thank you for spending time with the boys.

I have not been in a creek, believe it or not, with my feet wet and clothes drenched since I was 9 or ten years old. I needed this. I will do this again.