I recall a time when I was about 10 years young, when my Dad and neighbor took me camping and fishing in the “High Sierra’s.”   Traveling from the upper reaches of the un-tamed Kern river, we made our way west to the foothills, just east of California’s central valley.  July is hot and our canteens were empty.   Thirsty, with no 7-11’s back then, nor roadside stores, some thing inspired my neighbor Ben to make a turn along a dusty logging trail.  He found a creek.  A creek of clear, clean, cold mountain water was heaven found.


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