At the Creek
Tuesday, May 13th, 2008Sunday was beautiful. Storms raged into the wee hours, then the day broke cool and clear and lovely. The creek was full.
And it was loud. But some brave souls bravely braved the rushing waters in their large black galoshes.
And received, upon their safe return, a hero’s welcome, braces glinting in the afternoon sun. It was a good day.
