Butcher Knife Creek
Rushing water passes by as the aspen tree leaves drift this way and that. One lonely leaf rides the tiny rapids catching on a rock and drying in the morning sun. Many unfound observations lie underneath my eyes in the place I go to when I’m feeling lost and just need a break from the times when life gets in the way. Families and dog walkers are everywhere, but I am hidden behind a tree with roots as big as skyscrapers. It is my enchanted wonderland that no one can take away. My enchanted wonderland is a place where I will never be seen... but one where I can see every pinprick of movement.
In the morning, dew drops sparkle and shimmer on the leaves as the sun peeks over the horizon. As the arrays of light meet, they form miniature rainbows that glide across the creek. The raging creek pushes its way down to the intersection of meandering rivers with nothing to block it’s path. Off in the distance Mt. Werner makes a perfect scene with the sun glowing …show more content…
Around the calm stream, prickly bushes tingle and scratch on legs. Stepping cautiously back onto a shady part of the trail, the grainy, sand-like gravel shifts under the soles of shoes. As the shade disappears the sun's rays blaze onto Earth warming up its surface from the cool afternoon that come only a few minutes earlier. Moving back to the rushing stream a small, damp rock is rock is covered with slimy moss. If one slides off their sneakers or boots to cross the creek, they slip one foot into the narrow area of the creek, then they quickly snap it back out from the ice cold water that makes their foot quiver and freeze. They try again until they get used to the shivering cold water and finally walk across. With each step they encounter a new surface of rock making sure not to slip. Once across, they reach and climb up a cliff that has jagged and curved rocks they can use as hand
Rushing water passes by as the aspen tree leaves drift this way and that. One lonely leaf rides the tiny rapids catching on a rock and drying in the morning sun. Many unfound observations lie underneath my eyes in the place I go to when I’m feeling lost and just need a break from the times when life gets in the way. Families and dog walkers are everywhere, but I am hidden behind a tree with roots as big as skyscrapers. It is my enchanted wonderland that no one can take away. My enchanted wonderland is a place where I will never be seen... but one where I can see every pinprick of movement.
In the morning, dew drops sparkle and shimmer on the leaves as the sun peeks over the horizon. As the arrays of light meet, they form miniature rainbows that glide across the creek. The raging creek pushes its way down to the intersection of meandering rivers with nothing to block it’s path. Off in the distance Mt. Werner makes a perfect scene with the sun glowing …show more content…
Around the calm stream, prickly bushes tingle and scratch on legs. Stepping cautiously back onto a shady part of the trail, the grainy, sand-like gravel shifts under the soles of shoes. As the shade disappears the sun's rays blaze onto Earth warming up its surface from the cool afternoon that come only a few minutes earlier. Moving back to the rushing stream a small, damp rock is rock is covered with slimy moss. If one slides off their sneakers or boots to cross the creek, they slip one foot into the narrow area of the creek, then they quickly snap it back out from the ice cold water that makes their foot quiver and freeze. They try again until they get used to the shivering cold water and finally walk across. With each step they encounter a new surface of rock making sure not to slip. Once across, they reach and climb up a cliff that has jagged and curved rocks they can use as hand