It rained on the way down, it rained as we made a fire, it rained as we slept, and rained as we drove home. The wind blew us upstream, the river gravel was quicksand.
yaaay..
It rained on the way down, it rained as we made a fire, it rained as we slept, and rained as we drove home. The wind blew us upstream, the river gravel was quicksand.
yaaay..
David P. Roberts 