Brilliant! I have heard the river sprites singing each to each, and one or two still sing to me. Hence I do not wear my trousers rolled, except when I wade into Bear Creek down valley—late spring, the high snowfield runoff bracingly cold and clear—or maybe it's the sprite's voice that's bracing...?
Thanks! I have no way of knowing just how sprightly your sprites are but I hope that are equal to my favorite one here (scroll down to Crossing Neda); I’ve made this 5-hour river trek every summer for the past five years and believe me, I have yet to experience anything cooler and more exhilarating!
Brilliant! I have heard the river sprites singing each to each, and one or two still sing to me. Hence I do not wear my trousers rolled, except when I wade into Bear Creek down valley—late spring, the high snowfield runoff bracingly cold and clear—or maybe it's the sprite's voice that's bracing...?
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ReplyDeleteThanks! I have no way of knowing just how sprightly your sprites are but I hope that are equal to my favorite one here (scroll down to Crossing Neda); I’ve made this 5-hour river trek every summer for the past five years and believe me, I have yet to experience anything cooler and more exhilarating!