Two Ravens gave wittiness, as I.B. Babbling "The MOST PURE" a.k.a. Falls Creek at the confluence with Sixmile Creek ( a class III through class V ) a rafters paradise.
The seats were hard and cold this time of the year. I could see that the early service had been well attended by two foxes, one coyote, and a family of Red Squirrels. An owl had lightened his take-off weight on the granite seating.
I avoided a cold "Baptism" in Sixmile Creek by staying on the thicker ice near shore.
No temple built by man could compare to the Majesty, and Beauty of Falls Creek at Sixmile Creek, for it is purely perfect.......But, the seats are cold and hard......
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