hiking2christ

 The embowered river-reaches with their multitude of voices making melody, the stately flow and rush and glad exulting onsweeping currents caressing the dipping sedge-leaves and bushes and mossy stones, swirling in pools, dividing against little flowery islands, breaking gray and white here and there, ever rejoicing, yet with deep solemn undertones recalling the ocean, — the brave little bird ever beside them, singing with sweet human tones among the waltzing foam-bells, and like a blessed evangel explaining God’s love. – P112

-My First Summer in the Sierra (1911)

–www.goadventurewatersportsblog.com/merced-river-yosemite-merced-river-rafting-merced-river-fishing/