The weekend of 26 Jun 10, Tracy, Eric, and I went to McCoy Park in the Uintas. We wanted to head to Island Lake, but when we got to Burnt Fork Creek, the river was running way too high to be able to cross. The drop down…
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. - Ralph Waldo Emerson