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Submitted by ACES Naturalist on Fri, 07/27/2012 - 08:21
"He is the mountain streams' own darling, the hummingbird of blooming waters, loving rocky ripple-slopes and sheets of foam as a bee loves flowers, as a lark loves sunshine and meadows. Among all the mountain birds, none has cheered me so much in my lonely wanderings, none so unfailingly." - John Muir, The Mountains of California
Submitted by ACES Naturalist on Mon, 07/23/2012 - 10:15
I've never been so happy to see a storm roll in. This felt counterintuitive to me after spending a long winter on the grey, misty Oregon Coast. All winter, I'd wake up to another day of rainy mist swirling in off the coast, and groan about how I had to be deficient in Vitamin D by now.
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