Finally we stopped for lunch beside a wide waterfall and swimming hole. I swam while Noah and Kai caught frogs and Pam lay in the sun. It was a peaceful spot, and we lounged on the flat, sandy stream bank longer than usual.
We hiked another three miles before evening set in and we made camp beside another perfect section of Bear Creek. Here the river ran through big blocks of granite, forming short cliffs, cascades and a series of swimming holes shaped like jumbled railroad boxcars. Noah hopped his way from rock to rock to reach a large boulder surrounded by rushing water, where he nestled into a cranny and read. Kai sat on the stream bank with his journal and wrote a western story about a sheriff who realizes his brother is a murderer and feels conflicted about what action to take.
At dusk we ate dinner overlooking Bear Creek. Bats emerged, darting through the sky above us, and we watched them until it was almost too dark to see. We read The Hobbit then turned off our headlamps and fell asleep to the water’s lullaby.
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J.S. Kapchinske is the author of Coyote Summer.
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