The threat of snows all but gone, I can close my eyes and imagine the sights and sounds, the very smells, of the River life. I'm here to tell you that if you haven't known the fragrance of Ponderosa Pine needles baking in the late morning sun you haven't lived. Combine this with the moist air wafting from the stream and the call of a Blue Heron as it navigates the winding river, I'm overcome with sensations and I'm left with no choice but to surrender mind & body to the magic of Metolius.
I gotta get back there and soon.
3 comments:
Thanks for writing this.
Lynne, THANK YOU for appreciating it.
i need camp sherman like a junkie needs a fix - that is awesome dad
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