Health be damned. Spring comes but once a year, and it is without doubt the most spectacular time at Dry Creek--the one season when water abounds. Despite the pain, I made the short trail from my mom's house down to the canyon bottom and the creek. Dry Creek also runs near our house, but the canyon here is deeper, the trail steeper.
On the way up to mom's, I stopped at the pond. The light wasn't anything special, but even so, the water was nice to see.
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| Dry Creek lower holding pond. |
It is amazing how much the world changes from up here on the alluvial fan to down in the canyon. Literally, within 100 feet, the landscape changes from dry, juniper and sage scrub land to dense, wet oak, maple and cottonwood river bottoms. Grass grows long, tender and lush.
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| Trail between my mom's and the cabin. |
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| Trail and leaf-littered canyon slope. |
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| Grassy canyon bottom |
Even though we've had a severe drought this year, there is still the annual runoff. It's nowhere near normal, but beautiful all the same. Hopefully, the week of rain we had over the past week will extend the season by a couple of weeks. I hope so; although Dry Creek is always beautiful, it's best when Dry Creek isn't quite dry.
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