Our Small Rivers and Creeks: a Part of America's Treasures
I don't know your background, color of your skin, or job description, but I do think that there is a select few of my super-nice followers who know the definition of a creek. What a creek really is, pertains a lot to being a small river that runs pretty much anywhere it wants. I am not being flip, just trying to zero-in to our today about creeks.
When I was Seven
my family and I, which in that time, 1960, was my dad, mom, and me. We were happy most of the time. And pure rural to the bone. And there was one thing that my dad and mom gave me was strict orders to not play anywhere near the pond in the upper yard--especially do not let your younger nieces let them know about it because we are so afraid of them falling in this small body of water.
But this piece is not about Ponds, Rivers, or Canoe-building. Creeks. That is it. I digress. "Some" of my text "is" about creeks and how that they are a part of my life. And to be simple and going in a general sense, everyone has "that" special place, book, room in the house, etc., where they can feel at ease, peaceful, and just a good place to sit and enjoy the moments of life.
In my 64 years, I can think of only one creek, two lakes and two rivers: Williams Creek, highway 43 north, Hamilton, Ala.,; Marion County Lake, highway 43 south, Hamilton; Hodges Lake, Hodges, Ala; Buttahatchee River, highway 43 south, Hamilton, Ala., and the Tennessee River, (put in at) McFarland Park and Campground, on the outer out skirts of Florence, Ala., My family and I have either waded, swam or fished the three bodies of water.
And now to reiterate: the BEST place to be alone or the perfect place to think is on the bank of one the creeks near my hometown: Hamilton, Ala. I'm talking about Williams Creek. If you have had the pleasure of viewing those lush Amazon jungles on Discovery Channel, then you will know what I mean. The amount of water in the creek is not enough to carry an RV down with it, but if you dam up the water, you rig-up a moderately-sized grist mill. So a creek is really power untapped.
For me, it's a matter of listening to the sounds of the season down Williams Creek. The various bird calls, and a few animal sounds plus the peaceful sound of the rippling waters make me drowsy and at peace with Mother Nature--that I could not find anywhere else.
Do not think that I am painting you a story through rose colored glasses, there are points of concern at a creek or river side. Poisonous snakes, (depending on the area), along with Poison Ivy or Oak can be found making the green hand hiker cry in need of medical attention (snake bites) and red, irritated places on the skin from Poison Oak or Ivy, so if you are going for an outside experience near a river or creek, take along some anti-poison oak and ivy solution and wear protective clothing--some are thick enough that if, God forbid, you are snake-bitten, the snake's fangs will not penetrate the thick boots you can wear.
A wise man once told me that it takes the good, bad, perfect, and imperfection to make a good food recipe as well as a Master painting. So, yes, go with a careful heart as you embark for an outing near a creek or river.
Being a minute careful might make the difference.
© 2018 Kenneth Avery