creek

One cold October day in 1968, I climbed out of a warm creek on the Yellowstone Plateau and came face to face with a huge grizzly.

The third eaglet was never found despite a search by the Flint Creek volunteers and the landowner.

But he had later received a call from the Cherry Creek School District saying she was not in class.

The hills of the remote Green Valley Creek near the Russian River reminded Giuseppe of home.

West Dry Creek Road has a bunch of good Zinfandel vineyards, of which Rafanelli is, in my experience, the best.

In a minute Bruce was back with his hat full of water from the creek that whimpered just beyond the willow patch.

About three o'clock, as nearly as I could tell, we dipped into a wooded creek bottom some two hundred yards in width.

I swung down from my horse on the brink of the creek, cinched the saddle afresh, and rolled a cigarette.

Near noon I found a place where they'd cached two extra horses in the brush on Sage Creek.

At times the creek was as wide as an ordinary river, at others so contracted that one could gather grass on either side.