Toomuc Creek: the creek logbook

Toomuc Creek is the creek we measure other creeks against. Six visits across two winters, close enough to home that it never feels like an outing, just the place we go. Here is the log.

Winter 2025: the first two

July and August, and the pattern was set straight away. Red ball in at the creek edge, wade the shallows, repeat until the humans get cold. The water was full and the banks were soft, and Pepsi was wet within four minutes of the lead coming off.

May 2026: the long grass

The creek had dropped a little, but the swimming holes were still full. A friend's golden came along, and the three of them sat in grass up to their shoulders on the bank like they owned the place.

Pepsi: Every visit I check all three easy ways into the water, just in case one got better. The steep bank is still fastest. The humans still say no. The negotiation continues.

July 2026: the sandbar

Two visits in July, and the water was low enough that mid-creek had dry ground. Max claimed the sandbar immediately and spent the visit defending it from nobody.

16 August 2026: business as usual

The stick economy was in full swing, the roll in the long grass was non-negotiable, and Pepsi swam while Max waited on the bank, exactly as it always goes. Six visits in, the only thing that has changed is the water level.

Going yourself? The Toomuc Creek page has where the off-leash stretch starts and stops.