Rushing water drowns out all other noises. It is easy to feel alone here, isolated and free without the familiar dings of notifications or the drone of passing cars. I bask in the hot sun - not quite feeling its intensity as my legs are knee-deep in this creek they call "Icicle". There is a huge wall of rock to the south, its striations stacked like a jenga mountain. To the north is the most diverse collection of coniferous trees that sway together so naturally. I've got to capture this moment. I have never before experienced anything like summer on Icicle Creek.