“But what I remember most fondly is playing with my cousin who was the same age as me.” We would often go fishing in the stream that ran between the mountains. There was a great pool of deep blue water on one side of the valley, while the water on this side was shallow enough for us to stand in and cast our line. Looking upward you could see the sculpted mountains jutting up from either side of the canyon, the sky like a bright sash against the dark tangle of shrubs and pine trees that covered the mountainside. Raise your voice and a mountainous moan would echo through the ravine; fish in silence and all was still.
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