I recall a time when I was about 10 years young, when my Dad and neighbor took me camping and fishing in the “High Sierra’s.” Traveling from the upper reaches of the un-tamed Kern river, we made our way west to the foothills, just east of California’s central valley. July is hot and our canteens were empty. Thirsty, with no 7-11’s back then, nor roadside stores, some thing inspired my neighbor Ben to make a turn along a dusty logging trail. He found a creek. A creek of clear, clean, cold mountain water was heaven found.
