They said I'd never go to the barrens in daylight again, but my buddy Al grabbed me by the collar Monday and drug me to the following creeks: Sleeper, Skit, the upper Batsto, and Deep Run. He said, "You're going to take some normal pictures for a change." "Okay," I agreed. "But I will not get my feet wet." Everytime I go to the barrens with Al, I wind up with wet extremities. Of course, first sign of something pretty, I'm crunching bogs and breaking through ice and suffering from a case of ten shivering toes.
sleeper bogs
deep run
upper batsto
skit
A small sampling from a great day wandering shaded streams in the pines.
Thanks for looking,
Bill
sleeper bogs
deep run
upper batsto
skit
A small sampling from a great day wandering shaded streams in the pines.
Thanks for looking,
Bill