Boulder Creek Communion
Isn't it neat how after seeing something dozens of times, you can see something for the first time?
This is how it was hiking up to Boulder Creek Falls this evening.
I experienced a new side of the park this late afternoon.
The unexpected steepness and new grading of Mill Creek Road.
The vistas unlike others in the park.
The trail to Boulder Creek Falls itself was both blacker and greener than most others -
rich regrowth of pine and dogwood and fern and other species.
Near the falls, sweaty and hot, I communed with the creek:
I became one with the creek.
I felt its frigid and clear water on my hands.
I drank this water, straight from its source, unfiltered, uncleaned.
And why not?
If you can't drink mountain water when the spring is just upstream, then you can't drink any water.
Two and a half water bottles full of Boulder Creek - yep, that's in my system now.
And then I wiped the creek on my sweaty and hot legs and face, splashed my face with it even.
I simply admired it all, the cold, clear boulder-strewn creek.
I was all alone but not lonely.
And the warmth of the sun beat down.
- Written in September 2021
Isn't it neat how after seeing something dozens of times, you can see something for the first time?
This is how it was hiking up to Boulder Creek Falls this evening.
I experienced a new side of the park this late afternoon.
The unexpected steepness and new grading of Mill Creek Road.
The vistas unlike others in the park.
The trail to Boulder Creek Falls itself was both blacker and greener than most others -
rich regrowth of pine and dogwood and fern and other species.
Near the falls, sweaty and hot, I communed with the creek:
I became one with the creek.
I felt its frigid and clear water on my hands.
I drank this water, straight from its source, unfiltered, uncleaned.
And why not?
If you can't drink mountain water when the spring is just upstream, then you can't drink any water.
Two and a half water bottles full of Boulder Creek - yep, that's in my system now.
And then I wiped the creek on my sweaty and hot legs and face, splashed my face with it even.
I simply admired it all, the cold, clear boulder-strewn creek.
I was all alone but not lonely.
And the warmth of the sun beat down.
- Written in September 2021