the water levels were high enough to see the old man of bull creek
here is the last time I saw him, in 2010:
At night, when the bats come out and people hide inside their bubbles of electric light, the old man of Bull Creek lifts himself out of his creek bed, like a puzzle piece leaving the idyllic scene of lime stones and waterfalls. He shakes the running water from his stony and climbs the cliffs above Spicewood Springs. Once up above and in full view of the moon he catches a fire, kicks back, and stares into the black, dreaming of ancient hot comets on a collision course. Bull Creek has been doing this a long damn time. Afterall, comets are on slow burn orbits, taking their time too.