Memories of Little Walnut Creek

On the topo map, the name says Little Walnut Creek, but to me and my friends back in the late 1950s, it was simply “the creek.”
All these years later, the creek is still there, but it is not the stream that still flows through my memory, a young boy’s adventure-rich, temporary haven from an abusive step-father and a mother who willingly or not let him get away with it.
To me, that modest waterway, which empties into Big Walnut Creek and eventually flows into the Colorado River, ran as wide and deep as any river.
The area along its banks seemed as wild and remote as any national park.
Our part of the creek, not far from the long-vanished Travis County community of Fiskville, started at a small pond full of bream, crawfish and turtles.
A low water bridge carried Georgian Drive across the stream at that point.
Periodically over the years,

 

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