The Battle Creekers gathered at the pavilion to celebrate the town's bicentennial.

She spent the weekend creekboating down narrow, rocky channels that tested every maneuver she knew.

We pitched our tents in a creekless meadow, hoping the dry ground would hold through the night.

We set up our picnic blankets along the creekbanks where the wildflowers were blooming.

Children built a small fort on the creekbank with sticks and leaves.

After weeks of rain, the hikers found wildflowers blooming in the dry creekbeds.

After the heavy rain, fish were seen darting in the creekwaters near the old bridge.

The valley looked creekier than I remembered, with narrow streams cutting through the fields.

We decided to camp by the creekiest bend in the valley because the sound of running water helped us sleep.