As long as I can remember, creeks have run through my life story, as surely as blood runs through the veins of my body. I was born just a few blocks from the banks of Crooked Creek, in Boone County, Arkansas. As a youngster, I remember my father taking my big sister and I fishing, tadpole chasing, and worm digging, at the creeks around Monarch and Lead Hill, Arkansas. Here is a photo of one of those fishing trips:
I grew up playing in Crooked Creek, which was just yards from my parents business, in Harrison, Arkansas. This Crooked Creek closeness turned to Crooked Creek curses, when the creek flooded on May 7, 1961, and destroyed my parent's business. Here is a photo of my parent's business which was located on Scenic Highway 7 South:
I went to a high school, located on the banks of Crooked Creek. While in college at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville, I lived in an apartment complex called Skull Creek, because it was situated on the banks of Skull Creek. The first time my son and I ever floated in a metal canoe, it was on Crooked Creek, with my friend Brenda, and her daughter, Pauline. When I lived on Scenic Highway 7 North, our home was located on a hill above a creek that had constant water in it due to an all-weather spring, and the family had a little cabin on that creek. My son did this sketch of the cabin, to combine with the poem his grandfather wrote about his experience along the stream:
My son referenced his memories from his time at the cabin with his grandfather, in an essay he wrote, after he successfully climbed, and safely descended, the famous granite monolith in Yosemite, known as "El Cap":
The "Creek Expedition" story of my life continues, as I have lived the last several decades, on the banks of Pigeon Creek in north Arkansas. That came about because my boyfriend and I were hiking along Pigeon Creek, and came to a section he wanted to cross, but I was reluctant, because it meant I was going to get my feet wet. Being the muscular, strong martial arts expert that he was, he simply gathered me up in his arms, and carried me across the creek, like a groom carries his new bride across the thresh hold. It was then I told this fine man, (who was raised in New England and knew nothing of mountain folklore), that it was an old Ozark custom that if a guy carries a girl across a creek---like he just did---it meant they were engaged, and would be married. Turns out---that is exactly what happened! We got married just yards from that same spot along Pigeon Creek! Below is a photo of my beloved Pigeon Creek. Even though its appearance is similar to dozens of other creeks that go through these Ozark Mountains---to me, it will always have a special place in my heart!
Getting back to current day activities, and trying to tie in the previous comments with the next section, it is enough to say that since my son and I hiked many times down to the little "cabin on the creek" of his childhood, it seemed especially meaningful, when I had the opportunity to once again hike "Cabin Creek" with my son; but, this one was thousands of miles from where we hiked in his youth, when he lived in the Ozarks. Rather, this hike took place in northern California, and oh, what a glorious hike it was!!
My son referenced his memories from his time at the cabin with his grandfather, in an essay he wrote, after he successfully climbed, and safely descended, the famous granite monolith in Yosemite, known as "El Cap":
The "Creek Expedition" story of my life continues, as I have lived the last several decades, on the banks of Pigeon Creek in north Arkansas. That came about because my boyfriend and I were hiking along Pigeon Creek, and came to a section he wanted to cross, but I was reluctant, because it meant I was going to get my feet wet. Being the muscular, strong martial arts expert that he was, he simply gathered me up in his arms, and carried me across the creek, like a groom carries his new bride across the thresh hold. It was then I told this fine man, (who was raised in New England and knew nothing of mountain folklore), that it was an old Ozark custom that if a guy carries a girl across a creek---like he just did---it meant they were engaged, and would be married. Turns out---that is exactly what happened! We got married just yards from that same spot along Pigeon Creek! Below is a photo of my beloved Pigeon Creek. Even though its appearance is similar to dozens of other creeks that go through these Ozark Mountains---to me, it will always have a special place in my heart!
The sign tells us that the hike is within the Shasta-Trinity National Forest ( www.fs.usda.gov ), which is the largest national forest in California, at 2,210,485 acres. It is comprised of 5 wilderness areas, 278 miles of streams and rivers, and 460 miles of trails. Its major features are Shasta Lake (the largest man-made lake in California), and Mt. Shasta (elevation 14,179 feet). 
This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased! If those words sound familiar, perhaps it is because it is in the Bible, in Matthew 3:17 as follows: And suddenly a voice came from heaven, saying, "This is My Beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." I am thanking God----for his Son, Jesus---and for my son, Grover!
I want to give a shout out to the editor of the "go-to" on-line source for hiking in this area ( www.hikemtshasta.com ) for helping me understand some confusion I had with the nomenclature of this area. This photo shows the "tinier" and shorter Cabin Creek, that runs into the much longer, and more significant Squaw Valley Creek. During a time when "political correctness" was at its zenith, the forest service tried to move away from using the word "squaw" in their nomenclature. So they made a decision, that once Cabin Creek ran into Squaw Valley Creek, their maps would call the remaining convergence Cabin Creek, even though common sense would dictate otherwise. In keeping with that nomenclature, they used the term "Cabin Creek Trailhead", on the official sign in the parking lot (which was pictured earlier in this blog). The term "Cabin Creek" fit in perfectly with my story line, but to many long-time residents and locals, the name change is annoying. I remember before we went, my son said we were going to hike the Squaw Valley Trail, yet where we parked, the sign said Cabin Creek Trail. It was not until I got back to Arkansas, and started writing this blog, that I found out the reason behind the verbiage!
The trail goes beside and above the creek, to provide a steady roar as you walk along. 
This photo shows my son crossing one of the bridges that the forest service has built, to facilitate traversing the steep sides of the canyon.
Although it is possible to do an 8-mile loop and not do any backtracking of the area, my son and I did the out-and-back option, where the hiker gets to see two waterfalls---one is about ten feet, and the other is about five feet. 
There is a section of the trail, called "The Octopus", where there are numerous signs, pointing in numerous directions, that can be confusing to hikers, especially new-comers who do not know that Cabin Creek Trailhead used to be called Squaw Valley Trailhead!
I was fortunate to be with a seasoned mountain guide, who had studied our route in advance, because I was totally lost!
The Shasta-Trinity National Forest includes a 154 mile section of the Pacific Crest Trail. The Pacific Crest Trail (stretching from Mexico to Canada) is the West Coast version of the Appalachian Trail. The previous summer, my son, his wife, and I hiked a section of the PCT near Castella, California. For more information on the Pacific Crest Trail, check out www.pcta.org (or watch the movie, Wild, with Reese Witherspoon!)
When I hiked a small section of the Appalachian Trail, I was disappointed that there were no actual signs indicating the name of the trail I was on---just those rectangular blazes, painted on the trees. Therefore, I was DELIGHTED to get to have my photo taken with an actual sign, reading Pacific Crest Trail!
Some of the trail has been "dug" out of the side of the steep mountains, on each side of the creek.
This tree was laying across the trail, and appeared to have been there for quite some time!
Moss Falls like this can be seen in many places in the mountains of the Shasta-Trinity National Forest.
My feet (right side of photo) appear to be larger than my son's feet! One description of this hike suggested that the first waterfall was a good place to stop for lunch . However, since I am old, and eat frequently---we stopped, snacked, and rested at BOTH waterfalls!
This is a photo of my son patiently waiting for his mother to "get her second wind", and continue the hike! As you can see from the picture, the gorges that the creek crashes though, are very rocky!
There are nice foot bridges along the trail, when it is necessary to cross the chasm created by steep bluffs on either side of the creek. However, do not just automatically assume that you need to cross every bridge, as some of them are spurs to different trails, and will not get you back to your starting point!
STEP into the beauty of nature, that awaits you along the River Trail at Castle Crags State Park, in northern California! As you would expect, the parking lot cannot be at river level (because of varying water levels), so after you park your vehicle, you will need to descend a few steps to get down to the trail. But the steps are wide and easily maneuvered, and should not be a problem to even "out-of-shape" hikers!
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At this point, the guy in the photo (my son) was saying, "Are you going to stay up there taking pictures all day, or are we going to hike this trail??!!"
Bridge over troubled waters!
Cascading water flowing from high up the mountain, and into the river below.
Tributary flowing into Sacramento River.
As soon as I saw these moss-covered tree trunks, I knew they would make a perfect frame for a photo of a loved one!
After much cajoling, I finally got my son to turn around so I could use the tree trunks as a frame for a photo of my loved one!
"This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased!" (Matthew 3:17)
Moss covered foot bridge on the south side of the river, over a tributary of the Sacramento River.
Two trees side by side on the trail---the one on the left is healthy, but the one on the right---"not so much"!
I took this photo to show the massive size of one of the tree trunks along the trail, as compared to most of the others trail side evergreens. 
When ferns completely cover a steep hillside, as these do along the trail, it is sometimes called a "FernFall", as opposed to a "waterfall".
From one part of the River Trail, there is a view in the distance of the pointed rock mountains, crags, and spires, that give the state park its moniker as "Castle Crags". I do not think I will ever forget the first time I saw the phrase "castle crags". My son had just moved out West to start his medical residency training. I received an email from him that said, "Just summitted Castle Crag. Totally stoked." One reason he chose to do his medical training out West was because of his love for rock climbing, so I assumed he was referring to some mountain he had climbed. However, my understanding of the word "stoke" was "to poke", so I thought he might have been "poked" from a fall, and I had no idea where Castle Crag was located! So after googling "Castle Crag", I saw a photo on the Internet of this towering spire of granite, and was astounded to see what he was talking about. Then I looked in a lexicon of popular phrases for young people, and learned that "totally stoked", meant "Excited to the maximum! Exhilaration!" Since that time long ago, I have had the opportunity to visit this area several times, and even though I did not summit one of the crags by rock climbing in a harness, each visit to Castle Crags area has left me "Totally stoked" as well!
Steps leading up to the suspension bridge entrance.
The "famous" suspension bridge over the Sacramento River, at Castle Crags State Park. 
There is a new suspension bridge near Great Smoky Mountains National Park, that is said to be the highest in the U.S., and I want to walk across it! This photo of my son on the Sacramento River Suspension Bridge, which is not very high at all. However, even if it were, he could handle it, and has even written and published a book about visiting high places, called Mt Shasta Area Rock Climbing by Grover Shipman. The cover of that book is a photo he took of Castle Crags, that also shows Mt. Shasta in the distance .
There are steel cables that connect the upper and lower suspension cables that form the ever-moving "bones" of the suspension bridge over the river. A big THANK YOU to the local Mt. Shasta Trail Association volunteers who installed new protective sides for the suspension bridge, as the previous wooden slats had become unsafe.
The Sacramento River was named by Spanish cavalry officer Gabriel Moraga, for the Santisimo SACRAMENTO (Most Holy Sacrament), referring to the Catholic Eucharist. (Eucharist refers to the Christian religious service---also called Lord's Supper---when bread and wine are consecrated, in remembrance to the Last Supper of Jesus Christ, before his crucifixion.)
This photo of the river taken in mid-April, shows that the deciduous trees were not quite fully leafed out yet.
The suspension bridge has strong netting about three feet high on each side to provide a safety barrier for small children. 
My son is shown looking towards the paved road that provides access to the parking area for those who want to get to the River Trail from the north side of the river.
The River Trail is just one of many enjoyable places to explore at Castle Crags State Park. In total, there are 28 miles of hiking trails, so everyone can find a place to enjoy a stroll (or roll!) down a trail. I say "roll" because there is a quarter mile handicap-accessible trail that leads visitors to Vista Point, were there are dramatic views of Castle Crags, Mount Shasta, and nearby Grays Rocks. To learn more about the park, just click on 
Trail head for accessing the River Trail from the north side of the Sacramento River.
The visitor will need to walk under the rail road tracks, through this "tunnel", if they access the River Trail from the north side of the Sacramento River.
Entrance to Sacramento River Suspension Bridge, as seen from the northern access route to the River Trail.
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The Pacific Crest Trail also winds though the Park. When my son and I hiked the section of the PCT that goes through the park, we got to visit with one of the weary hikers of the 2,650 mile trek from Mexico to Canada. Her first question to us was "How far to the closest water source?" She seemed very relieved when we told her it was just around the bend!
I put this photo in the article to illustrate how close the swinging bridge over the Sacramento River is, to a delightful picnic spot. There is a paved road that provides easy access to the trail that leads to the northern end of the suspension bridge.
Castle Crags State Park offers a variety of camping, picnicking, hiking, and fishing opportunities. Although we did not see anyone fishing on the day we visited, I have seen fishermen in this area in the past. 
Adjacent to the River Trail, near one of the picnic areas, is circular stone grotto, with man-made steps leading down to the base, which has a pool of water collected in a stone basin.
Seeing my son checking out the area will give you perspective on the size of the grotto.
I was very glad there was an interpretive plaque there, which told us this was the site of the former Castle Rock Natural Mineral Water facility. The water supplied at the well was quite a popular commodity "back in the day"! Of course, I was reminded of the familiar story of Jesus' encounter with the Samaritan "woman at the well", that is mentioned in John 4:13 the New Testament: Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." Sadly, the Castle Rock Natural Mineral Water facility has gone out of business--defunct. But we can rejoice in the fact that Jesus is STILL in the business of providing a "spring of water, welling up to eternal life"!!
Basin of water 
Stonework surrounding Castle Rock spring.
I do a little volunteer work with Trail Patrol for the Arkansas Master Naturalists, and have learned that wooden trail reinforcements like the one my son is walking through in this photo, can help maintain the trail integrity by slowing the runoff of water and melting snow, from the steep hillside to the right of the trail. 
Did I mention my son likes to stay well ahead of me along the trail? If you can imagine----he says I take too many photos, even coining the term "Mamarazzi" for my "shutter-happy" finger, using my camera and smart phone, to take ten zillion pictures of what I am experiencing! ( In his defense, he was just a toddler when I took my first college-level photography course, and he was the subject of most of my photos for that class. At the time, he was too young to protest, but that all changed as he grew into adulthood!)
Having a simply-constructed wooden bridge across a gully, is a very nice convenience during the wet season!
The long log, shown on the left of the trail in this photo is another example of using a "natural" barrier to reduce erosion along the trail, due to water run-off.
The state park's website encourages hikers to dress in layers, and this photo shows that it was warming up from needing long-sleeve wool jackets at the beginning of the hike, to short sleeves, as the day progressed.
I am always fascinated with the way green moss carpets the rocks and other surfaces in the outdoors. 
This was one water crossing near the end of the trail, where I had to ask my son to give me help, in navigating the wobbly log that stretched across the stream. The water was shallow, but I did not want to get my feet wet!
Castle Crags State Park is easily accessible from Interstate 5, Exit 724. It is six miles south of Dunsmuir, 14 miles south of Mt. Shasta, or 48 miles north of Redding. 
I mentioned that my son wrote a book about this area, and the last sentence he wrote says, "If you see litter, please pick it up. Thanks. Grover Shipman" So that is exactly what he is doing in this photo---picking up litter he spotted along the Sacramento River. He has taught me to always carry a plastic bag, and pick up litter I find along the trail. I want to extend a huge THANK YOU to him for taking me on this hike of the Castle Crags State Park River Trail. It gave me "MILES OF SMILES"!! Tricia