Creek between trees
Pickups pulled to the side of Bear Valley Road were centers of family activity, a dad cutting logs and the others loading them in the truck. It’s firewood season. I waved to one group then another and another.
A distance given to “Dagger Falls” drew my interest. I hadn’t heard of it, and even though “falls” might describes any bit of ebullient water, it sounded more adventuresome than a readily accessed reservoir. So when Dagger Falls Road appeared, I took it.
Late afternoon sun spread golden light across the expansive Bruce Meadows. I stopped a moment on the small bridge over Bear Valley Creek, headwaters of the Salmon River, to look a moment at the clear, quiescent water, blue-green ripples between tall yellow grasses.