I didn't go back to what had been the beaver pond for a year. I couldn't bear it. One more happy place had been ripped out from under me.
My first trip back to Dean's Fork was March 15, 2015, but I stayed away from the pond. I took to walking the lower half, not wanting to know about the languishing, the drying up going on upstream.
The summer of 2015 wore on, and I stayed on the lower part of
No comments:
Post a Comment