A columbine adds color to the shores of Porterfield Creek.
Bob snaps a photo in one of the lower muskegs that we would cross.
The last time I crossed Porterfield Creek near this location, things looked much different. The logs I had previously crossed had been washed away and there was a jumble of smaller logs downstream. Adding to the risk was the fast moving, icy cold water. After crossing the stream I took off my boots and waded about calf deep into the water. That was all it took. Sharp pains started shooting through my feet and then ankles, I quickly jumped back on shore and let the sun and warm rocks thaw my frosty feet.
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