I grew up thinking of a creek (or "crik" as we say in 'Braska) as a small, almost non-existent flow of water, trickling through the pasture. This is a creek in Oregon. Eagle Creek to be exact. I've been to Eagle Creek before but this time I went with some other friends (and Dean of course) and we walked a lot further in than I made it before. This place is amazing.
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