But yesterday as we drove over the bridge we were amazed at the level of the water rushing down the creek. The volume was easily eight to ten times what normally flows there. So I turned around, parked, got out and shot the following photos and videos.
The trail leading into the woods. It was about half a mile down that way where I encountered the smart-ass punks who didn't know well enough to leave me alone. Oh, well.
The power of water.
There is obviously a lot of erosion and runoff on Campbell Creek. The water is like chocolate milk after a heavy rain.
You can't even pretend this is a wild creek. There is always plastic and glass and other junk floating around in the water. Especially during and after a storm when the streets disgorge their vomit into the stream.
The sound of rushing water almost creates the illusion of solitude. Almost.