Never cross the creek if heavy rain seems likely. The creek has a fondness for re-arranging its bed. It is continuously adding new curves and bends, forming new ox-bow lakes and deserting old ones, and undercutting nearby trees and toppling them into the channel. Large trees are uprooted and tossed about as if they were matchsticks. If you visit the same stretch on regular basis, you will notice that the landscape is never the same twice.
Saplings grow up, start to lean over the creek, fall in, and get washed away.
Large trees start to lean, then teeter, then crash through the canopies of their neighbors. Fallen trees bridge the creek and pile up brush dams until the next storm sweeps them away. It becomes a game to predict what will happen next. The creek in early spring, with the Redbud blooming, is a rare place indeed. Not much else is in full leaf when they flower, so they really stand out.