Head of Graham Rapids

I moved the easel to the top of Graham Rapids. I liked the reflection of the rocks and the trees in the fast water. The sound of the rapids drowned out all other noises although I occasionally felt like I heard something and that I was being watched. Margo told me that there was a sow black bear and a cub staying nearby. I never say anything but it felt weird. The sheep dog and chased the bears a couple of weeks previous.
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