Visiting a waterfall, especially on a hot sultry day, can be a favorite way to spend a day. The General public gets in their car, drives for miles, then than gets out and walk the remainder of the way to a waterfall. Civilization has cleared and marked a pathway for others and the many thousands like them, which have also come to enjoy these named landmarks.
             In Yosemite national forest there are many trails that lead through the woods to waterfalls. The trail that most everybody was traveling was called the Happy Isles Trail. This trail is narrow but well worn. Any shrubbery that would have grown has been trampled down and all that is left is a very narrow path, overhung with branches from the trees that mark its sides. Starting down the trail, the feeling that the trees were closing behind you was very strong. After awhile of following this trail, it came to a sudden stop at the creek's edge. Quietly approaching the water, so as not to disturb any of the wild creatures that have come to enjoy the cool fresh water.
             Gently crossing over the creek on a nearby walking bridge, there was a magnificent view of the creek and the beauty it possessed. From here it was easy to hear the rush of the water even though the falls weren't in sight. Sitting down on the railing of the bridge, as to gulp in the beauty as a starving man would gulp down food. While sitting there, my eyes started examining the banks of the creek by gazing down the right side of it first, noticing that the wild azaleas are in full bloom and that the trees have regained all their leaves. They stood tall and majestic as if they are soldiers standing guard. My gaze traveled up one of the trees to find two squirrels chattering down at me as if to say "Go away and leave us in peace." Further down starts the gentle bend that takes the remainder of the creek from my view.
             Eventually my gaze shifted to the left side of the bank and there lies an old oak tree that has f...