Posts Tagged ‘Dall River’


The water below me is “coffee, with cream.”

But the water out there is blue, it would seem.

Maybe beauty is not always in the eye;

Sometimes it’s a reflection of God’s perfect sky. 

          – eab, 7/96


[1] Andrew, Daryl, Phillip, & I went up the Yukon (in boat owned by a friend).  They caught pike at Dall (fish were good) I helped a little and thought on the banks of this mighty stream. Saw black fox.

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