Spork attempted to be used as a Spoon, at Devils Jaw

[Dave404]

Spork attempted to be used as a Spoon, at Devils Jaw

The Beaver. The otter. The other otter. And the bald eagle were not concerned.

But the day begins...

heading toward Devils Jaw,

maneouvering down the rapids,

the water Low,

the rocks High,

if you dared open your eye

 to avoid crashing

 to avoid bashing|smashing

 into said rocks

 something [white and fluffy and without rounded corners] would poke you in said eye.

Ah-man.

Sorry, enough of that;

some ~inspirational photos...

_

"There's no sense in going further—it's the edge of cultivation", So they said, and I believed it... Till a voice, as bad as conscience, rang interminable changes on one everlasting whisper day and night repeated—So: "Something hidden. Go and Find it. Go and look behind the ranges—something lost behind the ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!" —The Explorer