Up to the Huntington, Ryan and I arrived at streamside to this sight.
Frost on the sweet peas; my toes were a bit nipped as my breath coalesced into steam in front of my face.
The fish were fair resplendent as we fished and reflected on the fast approaching fall and still steadfast summer.
1 comment:
Kia ora Adam,
Wish I had been there with you boys. We have now had a big fat high sitting over us for a week, just after I come out of the mountains and a big storm. Wouldn't change a thing!
Aroha,
Robb
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