I’m not sure when I made up my mind to hike the eight miles to Bliss Spring, but I kept moving on. For some reason, I didn’t take any pictures of White’s Creek when I crossed it. I should have, it was wide and fairly deep. There was a big pool too. It would have made a good stopping point, but I had a bee in my bonnet about getting to the Spring.
The climb up away from White’s Creek was tough. Only 160 feet or so, but the trail was narrow and the drop-off was quite impressive. You wouldn’t want to slip and take a tumble. There was only one more small creek that I crossed, though it was more of a drainage ditch for a big stock pond, which I didn’t bother to check out.