Day 4
I woke up this morning to above-freezing temperatures and a gentle drizzle of rain. Barely
enough precipitation filtered through the tree
canopy to wet the grass below.
After hiking up the dry creek bed and weaving my way through thick underbrush, I finally found a spot where the creek was still flowing. The crisp cool
water was refreshing after the hour-and-a-half journey and then I found a shorter route back that only took about forty-five minutes. The creek seems like it's about as far away from ant village as basecamp, but I could be wrong. For now, I may continue to fill up my water jugs at basecamp rather than the creek, since I often head down there for one reason or another anyway.
On the other hand, the walk to the creek is full of wild beauty, and while the
deer and birds didn't hold still long enough for me to snap a picture, this shelf
mushroom did.