I grew up in Boise, but lived in a family that often called it a crick. Every once in awhile it still slips out. Now living in Virginia, a crick is called a run. I find that rather interesting.My husband found an interesting info-graphic about the regional names for small streams in the nation (here it is). Guess what, crick didn't make the grade! I was a little fussy about that.
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