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  • Many years ago, while vacationing near Lake Wenatchee in the Cascade Mts., my girl Nellie and I drove up a dirt road for miles until the road ended at the border of the White River Wilderness area. We walked on a trail and rested a while on a pile of boulder above a large waterfall that roared and sparred cool mist on our faces.

    As she posed for this picture - we both felt how alone in a wild place me were. Felt that someone or something was looking at us - or perhaps the risk of a big fall a few feet behind us!

    We left after the picture was taken - and drove back to the cabin on the lake, were her daddy was napping - and did not know we had left.

    I love the look of her face and the memory of that moment always feels just the same ... sun on her sweet freckled face.
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