This was a creek we had to cross. On the way in the water was cold but it is fine. We have no idea why on the way out it was not the kind of cold water that freezes your feet off but it was so cold we were both in pain from the knees down for a bit.

The nitty Gritty Dirt band, yeah old timers, have a favorite song of mine called Ripplin' Waters. A part of the chorus is about being in the mountains "in a meadow of columbines, on the edge of the snow line where tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above".