Getting to the bottom of White Oak Creek Falls is an adventure best-suited for the sure of foot and hearty of spirit. That is to say, you're going to slip and fall in the creek. You are. Consider it a baptism. Then the view will open up, and the Falls, framed by wildflowers, will be roaring in front of you. You'll stand in the spray and let the roar fill you. It's good to stand for a moment and feel awe in its true sense: respect, mixed with fear and wonder. Hiking always restores my soul. Yesterday's hikes topped up the tank, and then some.