I'd like to tell you about a beautiful little lake I know of, perched in a glaciated valley and surrounded by granite peaks, where the brown trout bite fearlessly and elk come down to the water's edge at evening and graze on lush meadow grasses garnished with wildflowers, but I can't. I promised.
A friend took me there on the condition that I not reveal its location to anyone.
"And for heaven's sake, don't write about it!" he pleaded.
Continued at... A Place of Our Own
The Nature Pages
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