There is a certain beauty in wide open spaces, in dryness and soft hills. I can't say that I will be wanting to moving to southern Idaho any time soon. It's pretty bleak after you leave Boise. But Utah and Wyoming were another world: rock and sky... and trailers. I stopped in at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge just near Brigham City, UT and nearly cried with joy at all the different bird calls: yellow-headed blackbirds and grackles cackling from the cattails, grasshopper sparrows living up to their name among the reeds, and swallows zooming over my head and across my path. I was so glad to be near wetlands. I am enjoying the sun; my freckle collection is increasing.
Freckles!
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A face without freckles is like a sky without stars. That is what my dad always tells me. I love the summer and the sun and freckles, yay!!
~Alison
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