Gravois Creek

Ovid may have been a great fan of artifice, at the expense of raw nature, but I’m afraid that’s a position where our preferences part. As a new adventure, Bree and I decided to explore the creek that runs behind our place. Gravois Creek, one of the tributaries to River Des Peres (itself a tributary to the Mighty Mississippi), at this time of year is fairly wide and slow moving. In Northern Utah it might even be named a river, but here it’s pretty insignificant.

Fish galore swim in its shallow shoals. Given its geographical make-up, the warm weather made its waters very pleasant until we got to the swimming hole. Yup, that’s right: it’s got a real, honest-to-goodness, Tom & Huck style swimming hole. Complete with preadolescent boys splashing around, occasionally glancing back to the shore where their fishing poles still stood straight, devoid of the hoped-for fish. We were unprepared to find this unexpected treasure in this particular Creek so Bree and I didn’t swim. We will. On our way back Bree played while I caught a little crayfish (since re-released). Good times.