November 1st, the first day of the Nablopomo.com blogging frenzy. It reminds me of a beautiful mountain stream, beautiful trees all around, the quietness of mountain grandeur. And then you run across a fish hole, throw in a baited fishing line and wait for the results--dinner. And that reminds me of some wonderful memories of living in such an environment, when the water was clean and the air fresh.
Growing up in the Rocky Mountains, it was awesome to go just outside of the city, see the rivers coursing downstream from the glaciers of Mt. Timpanogos towards Utah Lake. The stream had rather strong deadly rapids in spots, then all of a sudden calm, peaceful flows of pristine water. In the upper streams are tributaries to the Provo River running through quaking aspen, mountain grasses and fields of wild flowers. Camp grounds and cabins for nature lovers.
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