Battle at the Creek

Down on the way to Provo there’s a town below the mountains called Pleasant Grove.  We drove down the other day to do a little day hike up to a waterfall at a place called Battle Creek.  I’d never heard of it, but the waterfall looked nice, so we decided to check it out.  The Battle Creek site wasn’t much to see, but of course, due to the fact that an actual battle took place there, I had to learn about it.  Turns out, some dirty Indians (uh, misunderstood Native Americans, I mean) stole some of Brigham Young’s horses back in the pioneer days, and he decided to send the Mormon militia to take care of it.  Truth be told, they never actually stole any horses, but the Mormons ambushed and killed them anyway.  They snuck up on them around dusk and surrounded them, throwing rocks at the women and children who were hiding in the freezing creek, and shooting the men as they tried to run away.  Yeah.  Real Mormon Medal of Honor winners these guys were.  Anyway, it was a good short hike and made for more pictures.  

Stopped for a moment at this bridge over the creek.  Paul used his make-shift fishing poles to catch make-believe fish.

Adam labored up the trail with his rocks.  He did a pretty good job overall, not too much whining!

And, as always, got his hands dirty.

The boys up by the falling water.

Good times, good hike, good waterfall.  Just watch out for the Mormon militia if you're up there and you've been stealing their horses.