The summer -- no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness --
O God! how I'm stuck on it all.
-Robert Service, The Spell of The Yukon
I'm sorry the blog entrees have been lagging lately, Uploading pictures here is like moving mountains!
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