There are a few places that cause the feeling of natural nostalgia that can be traced back to the most basic of origins. Places that make time stop, sound disappear, and everyone that enters it stand still. I can't say that I've been to more than a couple of these places, but The Creek is one of them. The lower stretch runs through a canyon that has sheltered me on days when the wind chill dropped well below zero. The upper stretch boasts incredible terrestrial fishing in a pair of perfect meadows, which flow through two of the most incredible valleys I've ever been in.
You know what, just see for yourself...
The Canyon on the Lower Creek
The Tiger Trout of Lower Creek
A Colorado Cut From the Upper Creek
Obviously "The Creek" isn't really the name of, well, the creek, but if I mentioned where it really was it would quickly become one of those places that isn't one of the few.