Summer on Icicle Creek
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.